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Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit—Life!

Like the sun, your radiance brings me life.
The moon too shy to look upon you.
The sparkle in your eyes envy the stars.
Your smile calms the most ferocious of storms but fans the fires of my heart.

This fire inside me burns brightest for you,
the passion kept hidden from human eyes.
Its power greater than any ever seen,
you decide if it's to be set free.

I may not know how others feel.
I may not know why others kneel.
I may not know whom others admire,
But I know how I feel, why I don't kneel and who I admire.

I* walk through the dark night and see those in despair.
I see those unfortunate souls with nowhere to go.
I feel powerless to help the powerless.
I try and try to help but I can't.
Nothing I do has any affect.
But then what did I expect?
I'm only one step up from them.
The smallest push before I'm sat there beside them.
Crying inside.