You and I see blood
But still hope and hope came
From road of life grave and deaths’ sight
Though peace and justice we fight
You and I feel hatred
But still love and love is our dream
Yet breath still life is the ransom
Still we blindly go and ride
You and I embrace sorrow and pain
But still care is in the midst of every hem
That makes our world crack and dry
And make our weary soul fly
You and I against the will of terror
That makes our spirit die
And as we go loving together
Still terror is there everywhere
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