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while the cold wind blows |
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the heroes return |
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left are troubled souls |
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that nothing but yearn |
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for a better day |
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for some rightfulness |
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will their wounds get healed? |
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rest body and mind |
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let them sleep in peace |
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their minds demand a release |
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from the dread they hold, oh |
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do I need to see |
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what eyes can not bear? |
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do I need to hear |
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that nobody cares? |
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for the things I have done |
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and the things I've learnt |
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are now scars in me |
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rest body and mind |
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let me sleep in deep |
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and disembody the fear |
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and the fright I hide |
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but until then I will pray |
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that I'll hold on to... |
