Gone And From Sight

It is finalizing at midnight. A molding hold that has grown old, On a yesterday, Slipping away... To be gone and from sight. And those of good deeds proceed, With beliefs... Held onto tightly, To see them succeed. With a defeating of grief, Doubt and desperation. It is finalizing at midnight. A molding hold that has grown old, On a yesterday, Slipping away... To be gone and from sight. Incited by lack of light that blinds minds. And perceptions of entitled rights, Fade. As the dawning of a new day, Arrives to lift all eyes... Above the restriction of limiting foolishness.