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How real it seems

When you look away

For a sense of meaning

And you hear a voice call back

I wonder: if it’s my own

I wonder if these gods we built

Are our future selves

Reaching out

If we hold on can they save us

Sometimes I wonder

If this hope I feel is my own

I know it is

When I hear their call

Tomorrow’s dawn will come

I’ll turn my face towards the sun

And the shadows will fall behind me

I hear the call of the gods that built tomorrow