In these days of a chapter's end.
In the middle of our lives,
will continue to march on.
Proud of our battle wound scars.
Our sad stories as dark as the night,
run down the river's glow and
into the sea of growth.
Proud of our battle wound scars.
No more tears be feed to our broken hearts.
The sun is rising, our wands be ready,
we got more battles
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