O that which sustain man
What are you?
O sweet essence whose flame we see not
But within us burn.
I saw a man once,
Laid mutilated on life trenches,
On d dark boundaries that divide our spheres he roves
Out of reality's reach.
Yet will you quit not.
Of he who came to ruin,
With fortune and hope lost,
Whose pains and agony no words could define.
But bade his Will depart.
As he sank in the dreary depth of despair.
Yet with him did you abide.
To those that navigate different stages of grief
To them who thought the end be upon them
To the man who cast away his Will
To the hopeless in hospices
Thou may squeeze a man
Hard pressed on ev'ry side
Test a man beyond that, he could bear
No matter what it is that face us
Let out visage be marred,
By the tales of what we've been through
To that force in man that sustains,
The resilient flame that's kindled at birth
That which none could place
But our hearts it kept beating
You're rugged and tough in your own way
Thou gentle spirit of man, I salute you
What can you not endure?
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