In the nooks & crannies
When no applauds were shown
We stood our grounds
In the unending days
When no man voiced out
in sincerity to accelerate
this vision, we stood our grounds
In the wavering days
When the sky never seemed
to be in favour of our profound trait,
We stood our grounds
Those cold mornings
When friendliness never
seemed to be a gesture
carried out by man,
we stood our grounds
In the days gone
When dreams nearly faded
And pessimists nearly celebrated,
We stood our grounds
Once the sea
never dried up
And the birds that perch
On the balcony of my neighbour
never seized to mute their sequential
notes of music; emanating from the
apex of their beaks to the anvil
of our ears,
We stood our grounds
This is what we have become!
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