I can whistle when the sun comes up
And touch each vibrant ray
I can blink away the brightness then
I know I’m here to stay
For my story is a monument
To those I love so dear
I shall ne’er forsake my loved ones
Even when I shed a tear.
The night is over, over,
Our hands clasp tight in honor
And we have survived the eagle’s flight
Our steps move one by one
We shall share the ring of voices, yes,
The light of love comes back
Our fight is done.
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