Yes, that's what I am saying:
Accidents; they happen.
Some lose lives,
Some a leg.
Some lose the will to survive,
Some nothing.
To be alive,
Is the greatest gift.
Three fingers may not work,
But the rest of the hand can do the rest
And make life worth living again,
And make hope a new rope again.
The rope of hope,
Or so you lose.
So, to friends and all,
It is nice to be home.
Away from the stench of death,
Away from Darkness grasp.
See you again my frinds,
Not very long from now.
1 comment:
It's good news, really
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