No one to cry on, when your locked out in the cold
A must we stride on, meant to walk this dirty road
Until we rize on, and a find a place where we call home
A pride of Lions, this rain will wash us back to gold
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No one to cry on, when your locked out in the cold
A must we stride on, meant to walk this dirty road
Until we rize on, and a find a place where we call home
A pride of Lions, this rain will wash us back to gold