New Dawn
When the wind screams,
And the soil roars.
I wish this place,
Was here no more.
Death and decay,
Cause so much pain,
Its very existence,
cause such an array.
The will to fight,
Is long out of sight,
People just might,
Give up tonight
But not just quite.
Look deep inside,
And there you'll find,
A piece of life.
Its not quite much,
But with a little luck.
Size wont matter,
Because odds will always be in our
favor
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