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And here it comes again

The endless flood of sorrow, woe and pain

Pouring down in waves

We embrace the rain

As their words penetrate the mind of the weak

We’re on call

Woe, begone!

They are too blind to see

Their words fall on deaf ears

We can see through the hailstorm

We are shattering the hailstones

This constant flow of negative energy

Shackles the mind of the human race

It is time

What do you say?

When negativity is channeled through the streams

We have to break the flow by change

Why should it not be me?

It’s time to rearrange

We reached the boiling point

From the deepest valley

To the highest mountain

From the dire wastelands

All across the blackened ashes

The light of the watchful minds

Show the way throughout the dark

Through the bloodshed

Break the flow, see through the veil

And carry on the light

Hold the torch for those in need

And guide them through the dark

They are too blind to see

Their words fall on deaf ears

We can see through the hailstorm

We are shattering the hailstones

Time to make a change

Defy the circumstances

For every unborn child

For the years to come

For a greater good

From the deepest valley

To the highest mountain

From the dire wastelands

All across the blackened ashes

The light of the watchful minds

Show the way throughout the dark

Through the bloodshed

Break the flow, see through the veil

And carry on the light

Hold the torch for those in need

And guide them through the dark