How fragile we are, how strong are we
shattering by light touch, resilient to the core
broken to pieces, just simple patchwork
blown to dust, quick to recover
fallen and laid bare, shaking yet still standing
afraid of the dark, seeking that shining light
of strange men lurking, of brave men believing
each moment dreaded, each moment blessing
Through it all comes a heart of gold
amidst the rubble, heap of rotting flesh
lies the spirit of diamond, glistening
within the moon and the stars
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