When the sky above you is grey
The earth beneath your feet unsteady
And there before you no direction
Stop not marching forward.
When friend turns into foe
Fact into fake
Freedom into fear
And peace into pain
Stop not keeping your head high.
When the time is short
The road long
And the loss large
Stop not digging up your memories.
When the night is lonely
The day annoying
And life unpredictable
Stop not breathing.
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