The trains run past empty, well after curfew now and the cops are stopping anyone trying to get across the bridge. The island is closed. The world is closed, where are you trying to go anyway, what are you trying to do? We're only trying to change the world. When I was young I marched in hopeful protests, we chanted and cheered, believed our voices enough would make a difference, but you did not listen. We played nice, but you did not listen. We mad as hell now, and now you will listen. A little man with an invisible crown parades his military might across a lawn while the nation burns around him, it is easy to despair.
But I've seen this movie before. I read this script and it does not end here. This does not stop now. This city has seen fire, has seen fear and rebuilt. This nation was created out of the wreckage of that which came before. Our end is not his card to play.
It's hard to sleep at night now, I know. The ground is going to tremble for a while.
But when this war is over,
how steady it will be for us to stand.
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