The truth shines
A beacon of hope of light
Let the road be clear and bright
A day of gift; a joy to live
The truth hits hard
The little devils can't hide
Out in the open they show ugly faces
The tantrums flying like hot cakes
But the chains on their legs
The little devils don't see
They think part of their decoration
Though it has become a burden
The truth shines
The little devils cry
Burying deep in their minds
They will struggle to get free
They have to break away
Get the chains out of their minds
The joy of life out in the field
A day of gift; a joy to live
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