the wind at her back
a storm in her sails
half-drowning she presses on
the blood on his lips
a bruise on his chest
he swings a desperate fist
time running out
the doctor's grim word
yet the lungs keep filling with air
declined yet again
the wallet is bare
but hope for provision comes
leg crushed beneath
fire everywhere
and still he crawls along
nevertheless
all hope seems lost
something is rising strong
nevertheless
lift up your eyes
the day is about to dawn
nevertheless
against all odds
tomorrow becomes today
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