Well my “once-upon-a-times”
We each must move onward
No more threats of death
Allowed to hang over us
No more running away
From trials of each day
Just facing and bracing
Remembering lessons
Hard-earned by blood
Lost between fingers
Stemming the wounds
By gauzed-over sutures
And turning our faces to
Become whole under sun
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