Hope for Ukraine
Beneath the blue, beneath the gold,
A nation stands, both brave and bold.
Through nights of fear and days of pain,
It holds its hope through wind and rain.
The fields remember every scar,
Yet still they reach toward dawn's first star.
And voices rise, not for despair,
But for a future bright and fair.
May homes be rebuilt, may families heal,
May peace become a promise real.
And when the guns have ceased at last,
May Ukraine's strength outlive the past.
Let freedom bloom where shadows stood,
Let children dream as children should.
And let the morning, clear and true,
Bring peace beneath the sky of blue.
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