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I failed to save another soul today. On my high patrol, I heard their last gasps leave their lips, and I let their salvation get away slipping through my super-powered fingertips. If I can write assurance to a thousand souls lost, humorous and witty "If I muster all the words that I know," I thought, "Surely I can save this city." But life can't be measured by honeyed words, and it's agony to see the souls' salvations that I'm missing beneath my red-caped nobility. Even if I flew higher still, with my cape waving proud and free, no great power I could bring to bear could match my responsibility. For every orphan girl I save, there's another not too far afield. For every chain broken, for every freed slave, there are chains that will not yield. I'd fly around the world and turn back time, but I know t'would be in vain. What's a single Superman to do, when the whole world cries to be saved?
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
The Superman Dillema
I failed to save another soul today. On my high patrol, I heard their last gasps leave their lips, and I let their salvation get away slipping through my super-powered fingertips. If I can write assurance to a thousand souls lost, humorous and witty "If I muster all the words that I know," I thought, "Surely I can save this city." But life can't be measured by honeyed words, and it's agony to see the souls' salvations that I'm missing beneath my red-caped nobility. Even if I flew higher still, with my cape waving proud and free, no great power I could bring to bear could match my responsibility. For every orphan girl I save, there's another not too far afield. For every chain broken, for every freed slave, there are chains that will not yield. I'd fly around the world and turn back time, but I know t'would be in vain. What's a single Superman to do, when the whole world cries to be saved?
ian-steele
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
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