And the joys of life are next to none
And hope is burned by the morning sun
And home is a place which from you run
And the future seems too far ahead
And the wings are broken for you to spread
And the sky becomes a crimson red
And when your eyes are filled with tears
As you remember all those years
With the fears
And as liquid sorrow flies away
As my brushes away the pain
You will live to fight another day
And be happy you can feel hurt
Again.
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