Summer, my dear, has not left us
In fact, we are waist deep in it
We must uphold it with all our strength
We have allowed clouds to overshadow our lives
And sweep His blessings far from home
But we can latch onto them once more
And use those blessings to shape our lives
And thus shape the world
Our summer must not go down without a fight
A fight for all that’s good and decent
All that free men cherish in their hearts
We can do it together
We can resist season’s change
We can shape our world
In a better way
Under a brighter son
A sun that will burn upon us
Not with pestilence and pain
But promises
Promises of a better day
A brighter tomorrow
And hope for man’s souls
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