There’s a deadly cold inside and out.
It will take a fire to warm this cold.
It will take youth to fulfill this old.
It will take silver to sustain this gold.
There’s a fatal wind that blows from within.
A lethal battle all of us must choose to win.
It will take a beginning that must be found
To truly begin; to be safe and sound.
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