With what standard should we judge another? For who's heart is left exposed? If we all are brothers. How much do we really know? We guard our hearts from the world. In fear that it might break. But in the end, not a tear. Just a quiet wake. Another life misunderstood, As well we knew it would. But in the sumber grief. A troubled heart finds relief. With the ending of a day. A vessel broke, A spirit gone away.
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