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rambling on
The justice you seek
For the old and the week
Comes second best to the to your outlook so bleak
Yet there's still a fight in you, of this I am sure
The nights of repentance were scarcely a cure
Your integrity battered
Your dreams long since shattered
Your beginning to wonder if all of this mattered
The world still limps on with hardly a thought
Of the dark days and battles which are yet to be fought
But if we have learned nothing
Then what do we own
Our beds have been made up
Our seeds have been sown
