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Michael Roemers


At cock’s crow 

In Wallonia’s land of shadowed skies,

A glimmer of hope begins to rise.

A symbol of the heart’s unending might.

With eyes that squint and never flee,

I watch that light, wild and free,

And feel the fire that burns within,

A flame of courage, never to dim.

The darkness can’t contain the light,

With eyes that see, I’ll not sway.

I’ll stand my ground and face the bright,

With a heart that shines with a wild light.

For the light in Wallonia’s heart.

Michael Roemers

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