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A morn will arrive when the struggle will end, and you will raise your head
The veil of agony will pass like a cloud and you will destroy the walls of pain
The moral code will be rewritten, now with the ink of humanity
Thy anger will burn to death the sore codes that torn you asunder
The dormant volcano in your heart will explode with thunderous sound
Breaking and shattering the vile world, melting the chains on freedom
A new world will be created thus, an unveiled existence will bloom
You will pronounce the day of doom; you will create a new life
All frustrations will cease to live, all exasperation will then end
Never again will the river of pain shine, never will the impediments reign
In the deepest hour of the darkest night there is always the hope of dawn
One day the curtain will rise, one day the sun will be born
The world will genuflect before thy might; your unabashed tears will flow
A happy life is about to come, a new life awaits your arrival.