RISE
You will RISE,
My child,
You will RISE.
Your heart isn't all pure,
And I can see all the pain,
You are yet to endure,
But my child,
you will RISE.
you will RISE.
But not with dry eyes.
My child you will rise,
SILENT,
OUTSPOKEN.
You will rise
My child,
VICTORIOUS,
And BROKEN.
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