Those some fall far passed the skies,
they fall but one day they shall rise.
Scorned by those they love,
those they would not ever shove.
Ridiculed and mocked for what they do,
imagine if they were you.
Humps of sadness carried on,
always looking for the dawn.
They stare at many abyss,
but none give the satisfaction of a kiss.
In words of shadow a whisper is said,
"no longer shall we dread".
With passion a courage flurries,
and so to goes their worries.
Yells rift the sky of all doubt
"let all now route".
The banners waved and shouts cried,
they laughed once and now are cast aside.
With songs high their spirits freed,
now they carry a creed.
"For those that fall shall rise
will reach new skies".
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