so does the happy days that come to a conclusion.
Like a reluctant child in a candy shop,
I know this day I must not flop.
Meeting new faces once again,
like having the same dream all over again.
But time has once again brought us light,
for it has bonded us ever so tight.
Life has turned from white to grey,
like a river stained by a bloody blade.
Like honey dripping from its giant comb,
it feels like we have once again reached home.
Through terror and fear we have all seen,
but together as one we eventually become keen.
From the darkness of night we found our light,
shared equally among all like a senseless blight.
Here at last we stand again,
the last push forward past all despair.
Fearing no mountain that is too high,
knowing that they are all standing by.
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