Through all the misery and sorrow
We have to think of a brighter tomorrow
Clouds seem to hide the sun
Thinking they have truly won
Keeping secrets never to be told
Their worth is greater than any gold
A thing taken for granted is beauty
Knowing not what makes it our duty
Drawing nearer to this darkness
Seeking the truths we must confess
Hidden fears locked up inside
Unloving tears that have died
Bluest skies turn to grey
Unstopped fighting to this day
Unhappy thoughts from the heart
Kept deep within since the start
*1995*
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