A little more time we need,
To get out from these roots,
It stands stall against the odds,
To smile through the flame,
If you ever need a hand my friend,
You don't have to ask,
We can go nowhere,
But up from this nightmare they put us in,
We won't fall, back down and let our fists grow weak,
Fighting through the stars that burn the road ahead,
As you finally see the rising sun above...
©retroletgo
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