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Time unravels the layers we need to hide the scars
The rhyme enables the prayer to feed the silent hearts
I dream the least of these will reach into the highest star-
...see the galaxy... gleam across the sky of Mars
We're all broken, but together we are priceless shards
Life's a masterpiece- and pride defile the finest art
...And this place is so dangerous.
...The moon hides away its face... its so ashamed of us
Far from perfect and the little girls are hurting-
-Scars furnishing the surface like their skin and hearts are worthless
Burning... her face into the sour back hand
Since when did "man" turn into a coward's last stand?
-A true man abandons the cannon he can't man
And handles humility down a path he can't plan