Through destruction and despair,
with doubt and uncertainty,
there's hope and prayer.
Many unaccounted for,
keep the faith,
hear my roar.
With blank empty stare,
cries of anguish,
remember many care.
There's much desperation,
but with heart and hope,
brings much compassion.
Don't fret or give up,
many love you,
with their sugar cup.
Many seeking refuge,
nowhere to turn,
keep the courage.
Living without hope,
nights of silence,
we'll help you cope.
With nothing to spare,
take my healing hand,
I've got a pair.
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