Testo Coma

I've seen a coma of the trees
forgotten forlorn falling leaves
that seem content with atrophy
as seasons pass them by

I've felt a coma of the sun
the work from light of day undone
a cold wind blows the night's begun as moments pass us by

wasted work, that's been put forth
blood and sweat to make once more
progress that's been made before
existence wanders by . . . . . . our lives

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wake up and open your eyes
wake up you're starting anew
wake up and fade from your dreams
wake up rise to your fate

your fate your fate oh rise to your fate your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate
your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate
your fate, your fate, oh rise to your feet