When the light at the end of the tunnel goes dark
When a walk is no longer a walk in the park
When doubt eats at your guts at the end of the day
When you're ready to fight, let them come, come what may
When the spirit is wanting, the flesh, though, is weak
When the spectre is haunting, the living dead speak
When the hope springs eternal and hearts are on fire
Try to say something new. Do not preach to the choir.
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