When nobody sees a way out
where people cry and shout
and crawl
and lose their minds
one finds
true heroes
playing piano
in a ruined city
dancing ballet in the desert
where a blind man
shines a light on life
you'll find with
your eyes closed
-I know,
just touch my skin-
where heroes grow
deep from within. M
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