Out of the ashes
A phoenix will rise
The rubble that lies before us
Is a blessing in disguise
We had been too proud
To see our looming fate
Now we know the truth
When it’s too late
We are the masters of our destiny
But Nature is the mother of all
It is by her will we stand
And by her hand, we fall
There’s hope while we’re breathing
We can build our lives again
And while we’re believing
Then our lives are not in vain!
Written by Miss Wren
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