Destiny is a lonely child,
Running along a crooked mile,
Lightning strikes but only a few,
Silver spoon and everything new,
Hand me downs,
From another brother,
Respites are few,
On this journey to no where,
Except for you,
My light in the tunnel,
I am the last of this caring crew.
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