This is for all those who stand strong
Even as the days grow long
And as the nights grow cold
For they are no longer able to hold
The joy they once held in their hearts
For it continues to be ripped apart
But they know that they must press on
For they know what they feel is wrong
And that they can feel joy again
So they can not be counted amongst the fallen
And they will rise to the place they should be
Returning to the soul and heart, a place of tranquility