It takes brave hearts to win losing battles
Tables turn around magic avenues
And we dance the rain dance
Like tribal dance
Chalk painted on our face
Like William Wallace
We will have our fair share
Of this bounty
It has been foretold
In our hearts as we aspire
Do you not see the fire
That burns in our eyes
It is rage against the obstacles
That stand obstructing our clear visions
We chant the rain down
An oasis in the desert
Never mind the thousand and one
Mirage we went past
Long forgotten
Like the labour of a mother
This is the testimony
Of great men
Many a story of the journey
That was taken
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