Struggle through darkness,
to make things right,
It seems to be that all around,
pockets of light await to be found,
So in all confusion, anguish and fear,
Search for the light.
For it's always near,
hold up your head,
keep up the fight,
anticipate tomorrow,
for it might be bright.
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