The bruises from the vast pitfalls
To rise again, to face the task
To answer questions that I've asked
To shed momentum of the fool
You find in me, the living tool
Never in a lifetime's span
Will I contrive to kick the can
Though many walls come tumbling down
In shatterfalls across the ground
Still rubble of the walls remain
Until a lifetime fully sane
From start to finish coalesces
A life of balance, then, progresses
To the pinnacles of love
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