Sing,
This dark stormy hour,
the wind, it stirs.
The scorched Earth cries out
in vain.
Oh war and power,
you blind and blur.
The torn heart cries out
in pain.
But music and singing
have been my refuge,
and music and singing
shall be my light.
A light of song, shining strong.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah.
Through darkness and pain and strife,
I'll sing,
I'll be,
Peace.

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