Everything here, everything good,
Resolved yet misunderstood.
Gripped with fear
Gripped with pain
Yet the resolutions remain
The scene under the sun
Has become everyone
Nowhere to stop
Nowhere to think
But pretend with a drink
All of us captured. All of us kids.
No escape from what we did
The story
Not the writer
Not the ring - the fighter
And yet a glimpse, yet in part
Transcendence and a new start
The way with which
We are pulled away
Born again; forever made
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