Second Chance
My head lowers in a state of surrender
I allowed my hands to be bound in striking neon caution tape
Oh how easily I mouthed never
But as the patriot colored lights flashed
I realized that with each breath
I was to become a stronger person
Because by death
I was given a second chance
To make the rest of my life mean more than ever before
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