We are one

Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death
fear not,
there shall be bright lights at the end of this dark tunnel.

Though grief collects like old friends, clouding the memories of loved ones lost
weep not,
there shall be bright lights at the end of this dark tunnel.

Though a need for revenge knocks on your door with a bouquet of dark roses
hate not,
there shall be bright lights at the end of this dark tunnel.

Though hope seems out of sight and out of mind
despair not,
there shall be bright lights at the end of this dark tunnel.

The sun shall rise at the end of this dark night
to chase away the dark clouds
as a bright rainbow shines in the horizon
seek now the gold at the edges
for there shall be bright lights at the end of this dark tunnel

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