My eyes see true beauty.
In the spirits of those that speak to me.
Scared, quiet, lonely hearts,
Afraid to lift off, terrified to depart.
In a crowd but alone,
Left to deal with this endless unknown.
I find fragments of soul
And I wish that I, that all, could again be whole.
"Arise, my soul, and sing."
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