When all hope is lost

And our backbone seems broken

When our swell faith is burst

And we turn to fate sullen

What keeps us on?

Is it the future?

Or the silent voice saying “carry on”

Telling us the end is far but sure

We’re down almost drowned

But we still say yes assertive

Always positive

Though sometimes negative

For we know never can we be cowed

We can’t be buried dead

Until we are gone and indeed dead

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