\"Better Days\"
All of hells fire doesn't compare
As we sit and stare
The pain we feel deep inside
With friends sitting by our side
Holding our hand as we cry
Fighting back the tears we try
Some days are harder
Not to be a martyr
Keep fighting the good fight
It gives us a small fright
We can prevail
As time sets sail
We begin to feel the light
As we sore out of sight
Better days are coming ahead
Not at all full of dread
As we sit and stare
The pain we feel deep inside
With friends sitting by our side
Holding our hand as we cry
Fighting back the tears we try
Some days are harder
Not to be a martyr
Keep fighting the good fight
It gives us a small fright
We can prevail
As time sets sail
We begin to feel the light
As we sore out of sight
Better days are coming ahead
Not at all full of dread
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