Shattered, down to your knees,
Despaired, lost the shades of glee,
Caved into an apocalypse, hard to believe,
Winded down, feeling bereaved.

Collect your self and clear your sight,
Falling was not in your hand,
but raising back is your right,
Wean away those fears,
Wipe away the tears,
Face the world,
With grit in your eyes,
For souls cannot be rattled,
Nor can they be shattered.

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