In the midst of nightmares, roses can bloom

And, when hope burns in fires, the fumes fill the room

In the darkest of nights, stars somehow shine through

And, when night finally breaks, the sun shines anew

In the middle of torture, of anger, of grief

Some beauty emerges to give us relief

A gentle reminder to live through the pain

Because the best way to dance is to dance in the rain

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