Hold the happy hand of Hope
That takes the tattered, torn terrain
Of spirits soured, seared, and scarred
And points to places past the pain.
Get you gone from garish, glaring
Nightmares now not nearly nixed.
From the fertile fields of Faith,
Find and follow, fight and fix.
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