I'm sorry- that there is still life In your breast,
Yet we clipped of your wings.
I'm sorry- that there is still hope in your eyes,
Yet we have blinded your senses,
I'm sorry- that there is love in your heart,
Yet we locked you away in a dungeon.
I'm sorry- that there is a tenderness to your touch,
Yet we tied your hands.
I'm sorry- that in a cold world seeking apocalypse,
You are born a human.
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