The world is fading away,
The shore is flickering by,
The races of men are dying,
The courage of men is, subsiding.

The will of the enemie grows stronger,
The will of all remain is weakend
The miracle,a flower is blooming
But this does not solve the hurt,

I may be able to escape to the shores,
But the world needs guidance
Even a flower may break the shadow
the past will fade
the world will turn over another page.

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