Facing the Dawn

The sun may seem to set,
Again,
It rises.

The cold of darkness,
The fear of darkness,
I fear and tremble.

Now I can see:
After the darkness,
Dawn is coming.

Leaving
The darkness behind,
I am ready to fly.

With a light heart,
I will soar freely
In the sky I longed for.

Now,
No more tears.
’Cause I’m a flying bird.