Life is but a filament
Of love and hatred's strife
Entwined within each other
Such bright existence requires:
Fire and heat to warm me
When nights are dull with shame,
Frigid cold to chill me
When flames burn out my shell;
Arms sent out to hold me
Should fear resides my spine,
Hands that need to pull me
If I cross that dotted line;
Friends who came to guide me
Where no one lights my way,
Foes that will remind me
I needed someone's aid.
I lived and died a hungry man
Yet you're here to share my pain
Though life devours my happiness
As hopelessness remain.
You are the fire that warms me,
The wind that chills my core;
The hands that hold and shove me,
The friend-foe I adore.
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