Will there be hope, like a candle
Burning bright at the end
Of the strife and the battles
We don't know who will win?
Is there worth to be found
In the remnants of days,
Can we find new tomorrows
In amongst those same ways?
Will we know who we are then,
Or remember what was,
Before sirens announcing
The end of the trust?
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