Hymn for the lads
Every man for himself lads
Do not let down your guard
And if for a moment it is let down
Doomed is the soul
Scarred is the heart
Rise-o-rise my broken lads
Rise from the wrinkled wreath
Rise from the ashes smouldering
Rise from the dirt beneath
Cheer up my lads
The worst is over, the best is yet to come
Put together of the shattered hearts
One-by-one, bit-by-bit
The best is yet to come for sure
The worst is over
Or is it?
The best won't come
The worst will stay
And this wicked world will strike again
Cry alone, Cry alone
Pour your tears down the drain
Cry alone, Cry alone
Smile away your sufferings lads
Smile away your pain
©Mukesh Singh (Abir)
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