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I sit before the key board, and reach into cyberspace,
I see out stretched before me, a web of silken lace
Dancing on the silken threads are an angel multitude,
reaching out and drawing near the heartstrings of our crew.
We are the great survivors, we gather every day.
We dance the threads of the silken web, and show those new the way
We share a bond no others can, of trouble, pain and sorrow,
and some of us may never see the dawning of tomorrow.
But today we are survivors, we'll lend our helping hand.
Against all odds ,with faith and love, we will make our stand.
So join us all you troubled souls,let the angels be your guide,
for we will sit and hold your hands, your hearts your troubled pride.
We are the great survivors, we know and share your pain.
The seed of love we plant today, will in your heart remain.