When the walls come crashing down,
and you can't see the stars.
When the people are crying out
and death isn't so far
Remember the stories I told you, child
Remember that death isn't so bad
And the end is not of fear
‘Nor is tragedy truly so sad.
'Cause walls were made to crumble
and lives were made to end
But the stories I told you, child
Will carry you to rest.
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