Watchful eyes make darkened skies all the brighter still
In the stars we find our guides and follow them until
The sun comes up and we come to see the light falling once again
So parts the pain and heals the insane until it fully ends.
A gentle hand helps the broken mend and stills the aching heart
A steady guide brings hope and pride to its shattered parts
And looking up the clear skies come to rescue us until
We're strong again and stand as one to climb another hill.
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