The Morning Horizon From the red-rock canyons to the steel-bound towers, A quiet strength wakes with the sun. In the hum of the streets and the quiet field flowers, A brand-new day has begun. We are stitched from the many, a patchwork of dreams, Carrying hope in the palms of our hands, Following forward through valleys and streams, To build on the grace of this land. With every new voice that adds to the song, With every old scar that begins to mend, We find the true place where we all belong, Walking together as friend and friend. The story is wide and the page is still white, Waiting for ink and a steady hand, Reaching together to meet the light, Over the heart of this hopeful land.

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