Ra

I am not real
not meant to be here
Strange things surround
fill my soul with fear

Long ago
Another me
Run through night
I am free

In Egypt's dawn
Ra is strong
But cast aside
for so long

I pick up the staff
pull its power to me
Ride the wings
flying free

Mighty Ra Come To Me.

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