Sometimes we feel too weak to fight
As if we have no powerAs if our veins contain no blood
No air to breathe. No nothing.
Seems all that we can do to cope
Is lie face down and speechless
And cry and weep
And weep and cry
There’s never enough weeping
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A spark of light begins the day
And it’s within our duty
To catch that spark and hold it tight
And wait for it to give in
The light is there
It always is
You just need time to see it
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