Shattered futures and broken dreams,
this reality is not what it seems.
My eyes lay on sore cut feet,
but my soul sings to a different beat.
You limped along and found me crying,
my fate you shared, I wasn't dying.
My path anew I faced with fear,
what lay ahead it wasn't clear.
Arm in arm, and hand in hand,
others before us have crossed this land.
We shuffle along at tepid pace,
no reason to rush, it's not a race.
The more we move, the faster we heal,
the better things get, the better we feel.
New futures form, new dreams to come,
my soul sings on with a thunderous drum!
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