Hymn for the lads Every man for himself lads Do not let down your guard And if for a moment it is let down Doomed is the soul Scarred is the heart Rise-o-rise my broken lads Rise from the wrinkled wreath Rise from the ashes smouldering Rise from the dirt beneath Cheer up my lads The worst is over, the best is yet to come Put together of the shattered hearts One-by-one, bit-by-bit The best is yet to come for sure The worst is over Or is it? The best won't come The worst will stay And this wicked world will strike again Cry alone, Cry alone Pour your tears down the drain Cry alone, Cry alone Smile away your sufferings lads Smile away your pain ©Mukesh Singh (Abir) #abir
