We speak in muted tones
Earthy muds and forest greens
Take me in through the back
Shelter me from the storm
I’ll give you my kidney
Take care of the child
Let him free upon this plane
Tell him his pain is the same
As your pain
Rise above the scree hand in hand
There is a dip in the boulder
Water collects in this place
The early morning rain has passed
But here it remains
Reminiscent drops of past
Be civil young man
For this place is a civil one
Do not forget your head
Stubbornness is the starless night
Empathy is the flashlight
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