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In the hours before daylight breaks,
In the woods where legends are fate,
I ride trodden paths against the moon
Past waves cresting upon the dunes,
Past graves of the fallen and forgotten;
Maybe if I go despite whispers unbroken
I'll find my truth beyond the name,
I'll break the mirrors to show my face—
scars, calluses, callousness and all
For the sake of a scattered soul I can't recall;
For past these woods I'll face the contradiction—
Only blank pages hold nonexistent perfection
So bring forth daylight and show me the path
So bring forth the question of who I truly am.