Days past - right through years and into broken dreams
I should've known things would end this way
I was torn between letting go or living through hell
The deceiver – the denier, strength in words – weak in action
We all had to bide our time, not once, but a hundred times.
Finding compromise, ain't always easy, when your minds' made up
With bated breath we anticipate the construct of a new foundation
With bated breath we anticipate,
waking up to new horizons – renewed with hope
We've been broken - we've been torn apart
the hopeful, the faithful – let's reignite

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