This Will Be

She will become
I see it, and I hear it
The prophesy of hope soon to be realized
Just a few more sick and sorrowful hours ahead
Until that day when we with her shall overcome
Through the windshield the vision’s becoming clear
With daylight roaring in a resounding jubilation
After so many stark and lonely nights of grieving
Her coming will shatter the nightmare of that presence past
Exploding everything it’s been looming over
Obliterating that object in the rearview mirror
Far too close, we’ve had to witness it for far too long
Shrinking smaller than it appears right now to shrunk 
The dawn of joy becoming will be with her