Sometimes we will break apart,
like pieces of shattered glass,
scatter across the floor,
to fast for one to grasp.
We'll fall to desolation,
and be hunted by our foes,
surrounded by sorrow and darkness
as all windows seem to close.
Be left wanton and abandoned,
in silence, scared and alone.
A shadow of old greatness,
with a new king at OUR throne.
Yet we will rise from own ashes,
and grab life by its horns.
Understand the beauty of the world
beyond the bloody thorns.
Correct our own delusions,
and right our own mistakes.
Begin the journey of miles,
with every small step that we take.
Look toward a new beginning,
as we heal and learn to cope.
Start fresh on a new chapter
for we always will have hope.
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