Mama always tells me to keep hope,
"Hold on to it and never let go,"
But Mama can you hear the voices in the wind?
They're telling me there is suffering in the land,
They're telling, telling me,
There is darkness in their hearts,
Ooh, Mama always tells me, "Don't give up.
Even if you lose you should never give up",
"That's the only way to be better,"
"That's the only way to come back stronger,"
But Mama, the voices in the wind,
They aren't going away;
They hold so much pain -
Leaked it out of their veins -
Green-white-green has turned into a bane,
And all that blood, "Has it gone to waste? Was it all in vain?"
"Hope," Mama says,
I say, "Hear the voices in the wind. Write it down,"
Seven letters and a hashtag...on a flag still dripping with blood;
"Hope."




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