The birds still sing in the morning as if everything will be okay,
With all the worry and fear in the world you would think otherwise,
Otherwise to the fact that it seems to be a worldly decline,
In every aspect of life,
It dwindles,
But in order to become greater one must suffer,
May it be little or may it be small,
Rise up and stand tall and fight as you might,
For nothing is worth giving up on,
At long last when times seem dark thats when the light will shine the brightest,
And birds will still sing in the morning and chimes will ring with the wind,
As if all good things shall come with time
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