How deep the grave to hold
Our world which has grown old
With countless lives untold
Earth, cloven to the core
Reveals the precious ore
Those gone forevermore
So fill the grave with tears
Our hopes, our dreams, our fears
The memories of lost years
Let living waters rise
And fill the void inside
Renewing hope and pride
And from the water’s deep
Arising from death’s sleep
All those for whom we weep
Together we will see
What we are meant to be
When all the world is free
A new world shining bright
Alive with freedom’s might
True love and wisdom’s light
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