With kindred spirits, we gather and share,
Hoping to find a goodwill, rare.
Yet amidst the filth, hope is not lost,
For the smallest acts can bridge any cost.
With every assignment, we face our fears,
As we gather our courage through laughter and tears.
We write our own stories, let them unfold.
For in the end, it’s not just about straying,
But finding our voice in the songs we are playing.
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