They've struggled for love,
Searching God's grace,
Till they strip their facades away
Holding on hope,
Counting the days,
Reaching for freedom that's arms away
They've got the world baited,
Had'em in silence,
The same silence they were muted with
And they won't be contained,
The papers can't desecrate,
A love ignited by fate's own hands
Their affliction will be lifted,
And they'll temper a storm
From an industry of coal,
Rises the purest love.
--
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