Count the pieces and start again
Having done all you, stand to the end.
Confronted by this surprise encounter,
Facing the cruel crush of fear.
This figment of mortal wound
Scars bore inscription on the tomb.
A triumph was destine to succumb,
Having done all what miracles had done.
And survive with the wealth of resilience,
Battling with the forces of circumstance.
Embrace hope in the face of adversity
And faith to fight with intensity.
Without the comfort of foe or friend,
Having done all; stand to the end.
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