Revelation   (Philosophy 101)
words and music by Bill Pere

Dies slowly fading day, winds mournful sigh
Brightly starts are waking
Flies owlet hooting, holding revel high
Nightly silence breaking

Pinpoints of light scintillate in the night
Guardian hand's gone away
Passions consume all the souls they exhume
No one is pointing the way...

Crimson flames touch your mind; Echoes resound and you'll find
Empty page, rewrite the tale ; Second chance, no time to fail
Crimson flames touch your mind, echoes resound and you'll find
Level field, now reconnect; Learn at last just what to respect

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