Flying scorching skies,
Another rescue,
Another promise it so seems.
Used again and again,
Then tossed away each time.
Yet I can’t seem to reason now.
My finger to my lips,
I silence the cries of pain,
Stirring within me,
And tell myself I’m helping.
And in between my lives,
I wander stone-cold, grim,
And wonder if I’ve somehow died,
Repeating the same labors,
Day in and day out...
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