I think of the rivers I have crossed
I have my love and learnt of the people I have lost
I sit here still blinded but I see the beauty of the cost
I am no hypocrite as I stand I am a man dirty who has washed
A wall of inhumanity I have crumbled in my hands and crushed
I have seen generosity to make me cry and angels watched as the world quietly hushed
The road ahead is my goal and to walk it I will eventually turn to Earths dust.
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