Broken bones
These Broken bones I pass,
Finally broken at last.
Broken dreams, broken hearts.
All is done, now in the past
Rekindles through a push, a spark
Powerful; it penetrated the heart.
Changing the way, changing the art.
A cry for freedom heard all around
The answer it came more than a sound
Now the artist once lost is found.
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