Your hard exterior belies a deeper grace,
hidden by even softer, oft silly face.
Your wings of justice open wide easy to the sky,
even when beaten back, you never harden to cry.
You're always willing to be sincere,
even when you know the cost.
You never stop due to a paltry fear,
to help a friend or family lost.
Sometimes you falter in your way
of totaled unbiased perfect stay,
yet out of your wait you see the path,
and never sully that possible light in wrath.
You're a person, individual to the rim,
much more's waiting beneath your skin,
A truth that's received you much less than grins,
yet more important, a family you hath win.
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