Barren lands, fertile hearts
Pain echoes around
Hope quietly seeps in,
The sun will rise tomorrow.
Sad eyes, happy voices
Weak limbs, strengthened minds
These souls will rise again
From the depths of despair
Come a realisation of self
From the heights of pain
Come the defintion of strength
These ones shall rise again.
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