Even though all is dark,

And the night wind is cold,

And the edge of injustice is sharp

and it's difficult to be bold,

we must go on.


Even though the innocence is gone,

and it seems as if the night is long,

and it's innapropriate for joyous song,

we must keep the light on.


Remember the grace,

keep the peace,

run the race.

Hoping, never cease.


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