In the silence of the night there's still echos
Of broken hearts and tears hitting the pavement 
In the darkest of the night the fire glows
There's still hope from the enslavement
It's hope that'll sew these wounds 
And love that'll heal these wounds

When tears sting all the tired eyes
And all the bloodstained thread dries
Hope keeps us all alive inside
Hope keeps the fire burning the light
And we die a little less
We survive a little more
We feel a little stronger
We fight a little longer
When hope keeps ...

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