| I sat above them all and watched for days
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| I felt as though my own kind
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| Were all that mattered and kept me sane
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| I gathered them to me
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| Watched their hunted pass away
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| As if direction had finally come
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| A resurrection for all ourselves
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| I have never felt so proud
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| As I do now
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| Like the sun is placed behind me
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| Feelings that matter never end
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| One day we’ll see our names
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| In stone where fires burn
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| The great who silent stood among you never
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| Praised nor never known
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| Our thoughts defined the passing days
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| Sensed the spirit, seized the age
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| After all these years to dream again
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| Like smiling children with faces raised
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| Cheering their path, tomorrow’s glory days
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| And we who were so scorned
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| Will always wish to make their end
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| Our words to still their voice
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| Our hands to break their worthless necks
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| One day we’ll see our names
|
| In stone where fires burn
|
| The great who silent stood among you
|
| Never praised nor never known
|
| Our thoughts defined the passing days
|
| Sensed the spirit, seized the age
|
| After all these years to dream again
|
| Like smiling children with faces raised
|
| Cheering their path, tomorrow’s glory days
|
| And we who were so scorned
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| Will always wish to make their end
|
| Our words to still their voice
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| Our hands to break their worthless necks |