In the gentle rain of a cold shower, two drops alone feel warm against your skin.
On the road to greatness or survival, you have had to die some to keep walking.
In the boat that is your life, you have had to sink a little to stay afloat.
At the precipice, we change. Hurts, but it’s our own poison’s antidote.
For the smile of one, you have had to cry a ton.
Yet, keep steady, for the battle will soon be won.
Some stars are in lore, beknown.
Some, however, remain to atone.
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