Point of pain, and conviction.
Point of love, and decision.
The flame within, every soul.
Makes us separate, also whole.
We’re not in, this together.
We’re alone, but however. . .
We share a world, share a place.
We’re at our best, letting grace.
Allowing one, to emerge.
From potential, from the verge.
In some balance, given chance.
It’s the way, we all advance. . .
Brink of peace, of creation.
Placement of, new foundations.
Upon which fights, will be fought.
Where destiny, will be wrought
From a way, in you and me.
Base of life, is to be free. . .
With a whisper, from a void.
Cannot help, but be deployed.
In the now, or much later.
The firm will, of a creator.
Have convictions, disagree.
But honor this, let it be. . .
A rising in, the tragic fall.
A golden thread, that binds us all.
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