Although we soar we often entangled within our own flight chilling arrows and bitter swords
Work angrily against us all that matters, matters
Brighter days send fake hope and a lack of insurance
Building walls and seeing any benefits "never"
As always we
Journey along merely with our dignity and honor intact
Those who favor, vogue with god with any decency left, still choose to believe, just to see that brighter day if any.

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