I'm not surprised you hide in there
For fear of finding truth
Inside of doubt.
Will you come out to face the sun?
One hundred years have now been won
And will be fought for more to come.
There are open doors that close
On those who shut them first.
Will you come out to break the curse?
To show them that the worst
Is over when books are closed
And opened fast and read beyond
The broken past.
Come out for all to see at last.
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