The nights that stood fast,
Ones carried on with guiding lights,
Bright stars holding our faint hopes,
Breathing colors through our sights,
The stars blew violently still,
The whites and blues covered the sky,
The darkness seemed to wage on,
Yet the darkness was light in disguise,
The light was held against its will,
Holding back what those knew little,
The strong grew during these times,
And the weak became much more brittle,
The stars moved side to side,
Hidden beyond the horizon,
Knowing that our futures came bright,
That would lead us to our own Zion.
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