Doesn't my heart strain for my friends
as we pull on our clothes each morning?
Don't I love them,
want to see them?
Is it sole love that pushes us,
out the door, with the speed we tread.
Are we blind then,
do we see then?
Could my bones be steel and my face of diamond,
I would cut a path for you.
Clear the sound for you, smash the screens for you,
break the engines for you, until all is quiet and you can hear.
One clear voice filled with blood and compassion.
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