I can now see how it grows
Somewhere out there, out of a fear
I can see how it's sown
Sung by men down and in need
I can now see how it grows
Somewhere out there, out of fear
I can see how it's sown
Sung by men in need
How the worn are won, blinded by their desperation
To find a way out of a bitter life's vocation
When the summer ends
Will we have spent our innocence?
Some'd say in the hour that men are born the child is lost
Could we try to agree thqt it's not in our nature to be unloved?
Even when in the end that we harden in sadness for those we've lost
All the sorrow will not stand to last or stay our feet
Oh no, we cannot be
With this clamor all around here
Oh no, we cannot leave
When this ends in a melee

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