Keep fighting and pushing your way through
the angry crowd of shadows and doubts.
Hold your head high and look to the sky.
Keep smiling even though you're in pain.
Keep forgiving even if you don't gain
anything. One day you will be rewarded.
It may take years. It may take forever,
but someday your hardships will matter
to the one who will bring justice and peace.
So don't cry, dear child. Don't cry.
Stick out your chin as a sign
of your refusal to be dragged down
into the dark depths of depression.
Your resistance will be your salvation.
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posted by Imperfect Angell @ 1:56 PM
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