The sun sets in the west
yet rises in the east
The air is still yet the wind blows cold
Like a revolution from east to west.
The grass will become greener
It will remove the blood red stains
laying dormant on the cold black ground.
Together they will merge and unify as one.
The blood of the innocent cry for the blood of the guilty.
Blue skies bring hope
Sunshine brings warmth
Yet with night brings terror.
The warm beating sun creates life, movement
the young become old the old become wise
With each passing step unity beckons.
42 walls close in on the people
it stops at 43, as the wind changes
so two does life,
rising up towards the sun
I welcome you spring, and the birth of youth.
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