We stand here,
Bruised and beaten,
From battles lost,
And battles past,
From the tidal waves of history,
That swept us,
Taking away more than we can give,
Leaving us with less than nothing.
Yet we are alive,
And living,
Hearts pulsing in rhythm,
Catching our breaths, yet breathing,
Marching legs shaking,
Yet grounded in this land we call home.
Tired, yet not spent,
Torn, yet not shattered,
Bent, yet not...
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