Would you rise again, when crisis befalls?
To fight and to strive, through the worst of all…
Or would you shudder, in the face of pall?
Be blind to daylight, just over the wall…
Would you bury your past and then walk away?
Neglect the mistakes that led you astray…
Or would you greet them, the flawed decay?
“Thank you, my friends, for showing the way…”
Would you feel daunted, for how small you are?
Looking at people, who have gone so far…
Or would you value the endeavour that scars?
Knowing that one day, you can reach the stars…
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