Violent struggles
Sensless murders
Unfortunate mishaps
Fall through our strong girders
Shall we overcome
How much more can we take
Infringing upon our souls
taking over our fate
Do we dare to proceed
It is all but to late
Will we ever be freed
Has it been in our trait
I have no choice but to try
I am only but one
Being somewhat to wry
Having all but no fun
I can't do it alone
But if we come together
We can now for a union
And abort this tiring weather.
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