There is little that is certain in this world

The grandest cities are reduced to ash

Rivers dry and mountains become plains

Hearts are haphazardly shattered like glass

Trust becomes so easy to destroy

It seems some people do it just for fun

And each time your city is restored

You find a new disaster has begun

What do you cling to that will not bend?

For your own flesh is liable to fail

Your prayers have turned to fruitless screams

Repeated calls to no avail

But harken to the rising of the sun!

Her faithful salutation to the day

And though her absence is felt in black nights

You can guarantee she will not go away

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