Humanity
It's ironic but I found humanity in the darkness
In the eyes of the suffering, in the hearts of the heartless
In the souls of those who have long given up
Breeds a festering hope that's as bright as a beacon
Look not at the scars on their faces, but the smiles that adorn them
Their faces caked in dried blood like war paint
Their clothes torn and in tatters
And yet they know what truly matters
Perhaps I was long blinded by the light
When I thought humanity was found in heroes
But in the darkness there's no heroes
Even if heroic acts happen here daily
It's ironic but I found humanity in the darkness
In the eyes of the suffering, in the hearts of the heartless
In the souls of those who have long given up
There's a humanity that will never disappear
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