humanity

we reach a perfect angle of the sun
and what is seen becomes part of our hope
not just the symbol for which lovers grope
and know they won't grasp long before they're done
but that one meaning which the world might stun
the single victory at end of slope
a reason for which any might elope
and which would tell us that we would have won
these are the choices that we were denied
before we learned to speak our proper piece
and now the field is open to our choice
not easy here to cast the old aside
but we must do so to win full release
and in the doing set free our true voice