In
the darkest days
In
the darkest nights
The
spirit lives on
There
are many roads we may not walk
Questions
left whispered on sorry lips
Forever
unanswered
As
the sun sets
Birds
call their mournful cry
Wild
horses gallop
The
spirit defiantly lives on
Tears
will flow like muddy rivers
Hearts
will ache unbearable ache
Beneath
impenetrable grey skies
Sadness
burnt on ancient mountains
A
burning wound festers
In
the darkest days
Through
our darkest nights
The
spirit courageously lives on
Forever
scarred
The
spirit
The
wild storm
Balm
to our wounds
Drenching
thirsty land
Words
fail
Memories
swirl
Spirit
dances in the wild winds
In
the darkest days
Through
the longest, darkest nights
A
wild spirit gallops
With
the wild horses
Forever
roaming free
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