Drifting and floating
aimless in a cold, dark sea
Yawning and baiting
with sighs like waves
Stuck here
anxiously looking out the window
The bombs going off
trapped in occupied territory
It's enough to make one lose hope
so seemingly useless a day can be
But there is a hope
which outshines the day
There is a dream
which gets our limbs moving
Though the anxiety of the morrow
smothers and chokes
This hope cannot be stopped
even as one loses sight
For another shall rise
taking the flag upon the hill
The people will look and see
rally their cries together
Strengthen each other!
so easy it is to slip the days by
But The Glory ultimate
will be.
So rise this day and the next
fight for every inch you can
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