Even the dull and ignorant have a story. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars, you have a right to be here.
and i see a torch,
that was lit by the tears of the brave,
and continued to burn,
not through those that fought battles with him,
but those,
who watched him cry,
and put a hand on his shoulder.
i saw us,
holding hands,
through the wars,
and fires that were to come,
even if we were burning,
we would still stand,
and burn.
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