If trouble comes knocking
Be not frightened
But keep on fighting
Till the medal is won
What is your gain
If you do not endure this pain
And hope for a better future
Without being tortured by your past
You cry and soak your pillow
Yet you have not left your willows
Take courage and boldness
For bondage and coldness
Will someday be a story for history
Tears my friend is despicable
For it wears your ability to hold on
Look not at the tower
For the power to plunder dwells in you
Foresee not that opposition
But let your disposition
Be a presentation
To this generation
Defer not from your stand
For it will give you a hand
In holding unto life strand of hope
Fight on and hold on
Cause trouble will not cease,
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