My Reason
To one his own reason, to one his own rhyme
Life still passes on, with the flow of time.
The healing of the sick, the curing of the blind,
The healing for your soul is something you must find.
Everywhere around you, people dark as night.
To keep your soul pure, the reason you must fight.
Feelings that come from passion, memories of those you like,
Things that are never forgotten, like riding on a bike.
Keep them close, and hold them dear,
For these will help you fight your fear.
So be strong and hold your head high,
And maybe one day, you will be able to fly.
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