...these words are mine,,, the words of a stein...

The night has been long,
And the storm extremely heavy
The darkness echoes a song
of nations worn and weary,

From the sporadic sounds of gunfire,
to the melodic tunes of war
The earth churned and burned
by the unending dance of migration

Indeed the nite has been long,,,
And the storm extremely heavy.
Generations lost, never to be regained
Resources strained, and continually being depleted.

The old ladies tell tales,
of demons and mythical ghouls.
They offer up prayers and sacrifices
For the growth of our generation.

Indeed the night was long,,,
and the storm extremely heavy.
But alas the sun has come;
The seeds of restoration have been sown

In time our future shall sprout
As certainty replaces doubt
and hope broadens our scope

...we shall never be forgotten...