A Piece Of Motion (NaPoWriMo, Day 7)

In the days of old
When the world was still cold
I rise from my grave

I turn my eyes to see the sun
Hoping for a brighter day
Knowing that there is a world I must save

People everywhere try to fight off their pain
And yet they do not succeed
As they do not know what it’s like to be brave

And when the day breaks
And the shadows die
A new live He gave