One More Day
I greet the new sunrise;
I rise on wings of fire -
the breaths of my life.
I am strength . . .
the source of hope.
In my journey of discovery,
we are the source;
yet, I stop to clean the toilets of life.
Change will come, for
together we are stronger.
One more day -
to correct a wrong,
to reason, to wonder, to question.
Answers will come . . .
When we hear my song.
© Russell Kendall Carter
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