no more rocks to kiss sky
when clouds has their fill
see no more trees to catch
oh! rain on morning pour
no leaves to warm ground
when snow keep on filing
what should you do when
when there's no other way
would you sit there pray
break out; take your loses
make up, be smart, watch
bond together, put up a fight
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