By Original Work
Rise %s the chain gang,
We hoe the row in the mill,
With home someday in our hearts,
And the working's done.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So hoe the row and pray, friends,
With home someday filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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