In the heart of adversity
I survive
In the den of scarcity
I revive
Strip me your mortal security
I will stay alive
With a spirit of complexity in austerity
With a knuckle that is beyond the twist of destiny
From dark glens of fear and despair
I suffice
From whence hurricanes and tornadoes are erasing
I arrive
Yes I am not stronger than anything
For the strength I have I derive
From the creator of everything
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