The battle

We were born with a choice
Born with a chance
But given these words
Of never
Of can’t

We were victors at birth
The breath of the strong
But given this broken land
Given the loss

When our blood
First did flow
It was only glory,that was knowen
Now weekness – is in our bones

The taint is in the air
That we were born to breath
Our strength needs to be refound
Our world reseen

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