Fight Into the Light
Gloomy melancholy conspiring expiring
Where are the instances of inspiring admiring aspiring
God I am tired of listening to the moaning
All the hours and days of angry groaning
Not my choice when i knew of it years ago
When i looked up toward the skies little did I know
That the rainbows would turn into shadows
Thus wearily, sorrowfully I turned my mind away
Best I could do was keep my heart pure in the light
My soul as alive and fresh as possible each day
Hopeful that the darkness and sadness will breakaway
Keystone pipeline stopped YEAH!
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