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Lost lives, lost in living hells reminders everyday of the scars that tell more than words could speak just tips of icebergs, oh.. if only they could talk... i, - salute the wounded healers- only taughts to heals, because they began by helaing themsleves. and moving on - being bitter, wordless spits of grain in lips and being an aching hearts so wide one would think they would die at any moment and yet - there -   there is solace in the slowly ebbing  pain....day by day the cracks begin to tear... and brightness burst forth - and hey , that may, take years moments , heartbeats stretching on for the fallen undone, and the breathless in San Diago and the countless in New Delhi , and the scores and cores in the Congo i salute all those still in the fight - no matter how.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
A serenade to the brave
Lost lives, lost in living hells reminders everyday of the scars that tell more than words could speak just tips of icebergs, oh.. if only they could talk... i, - salute the wounded healers- only taughts to heals, because they began by helaing themsleves. and moving on - being bitter, wordless spits of grain in lips and being an aching hearts so wide one would think they would die at any moment and yet - there -   there is solace in the slowly ebbing  pain....day by day the cracks begin to tear... and brightness burst forth - and hey , that may, take years moments , heartbeats stretching on for the fallen undone, and the breathless in San Diago and the countless in New Delhi , and the scores and cores in the Congo i salute all those still in the fight - no matter how.
'Stregth; this found in the meek and needy , not to be mistken for greedy , these folks just know how to grab it and run" - my grandma , dedicated to her.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
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