For living.
For breathing.
They fight for light,
But then they run away.
The sun sets.
Their mind frets.
For they don't know
if there's a way.
And so they're beginning
To find a way through the mud.
So much for believing,
About justice, care, and love.
They drudge on.
They feel fond.
About the stars
still in the sky.
They're dead now.
But found how
the city's people
learned to fly.
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