Rhythm of Time (Pt 4) - Bobby Sands
It is found in every blade of hope. It knows no bounds nor space. It has risen in red, and black, and white, it is there in every race. It lies in the hearts of heroes dead, it screams in tyrants' eyes. It has reached the peaks of mountains high and come soaring 'cross the skies. It lights the dark of this prison cell. It thunders forth its might. It is the undauntable thought my friend... that thought that says I'm right.
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