One must remember
That with every steel chamber
Every broken mind filled
With rage and mist
There is another
man of parts who
Is living every day with purpose
Trying, wanting to
There is a mother
A son, a something slightly
More
All the possible good is happening now
The sensation of arguments
Can you hear them?
Every piercing story
Rides alongside one of joy
Do you hear them?
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