What of Us
What of us,
who hold spirits of light near.
Tranforming our hearts to hold no fear.
Is it a blessing or a curse, to finally hear,
what others can't seem to understand,
So they can't percieve if we are a mouse or a man.
Instead of asking, so we can tell,
a chance to realize the truth,
instead they fear the unknown,
and bait us with a Baby Ruth.
Thinking we are the shell with weaknesses,
they knew from old,
they lack the courage to ask, accept, and be bold.
So,
what of us, if the truth is to be told,
We must heal every heart we encounter,
before we become to old.
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