I should have known
That scattered pieces can never make a whole
I should have known
That the color of freedom can never be coal
I don't know who I am anymore
But still I stand tall
Standing tall has never been easy
And success does never come freely
I know this, I've always known this
Yet I try and I try
Harboring a hope that never dies
This hope I wear around my neck, I place it on my shelf
I assure you there will be no white flag on my door
For I will strive and I will survive
Even if it means I die
I know that this too shall pass… this too shall pass
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