Hard to define yet new to none,
Creeps in to ruin the day,
Relentless, Unpredictable.
To the blessed it's just a breeze
It's in a mother, her prime to bear
It's in him, trapped in the headlights
Struck and lying there to die.
It's in him,
worked so hard but misses the cut,
It's in a lover, not believing its over
and still holding on.
It's in those heroes,
The twin tower heroes,
Betrayed by a system.
It's in me, it's in you,
It lives within.
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