That's unavoidable,
The death and pandemonium just are,
And irreversible,
It's who is around when the dust settles,
To then clean up the mess,
How they treat those with lost and broken parts,
Are they dismissive or use tenderness?
Do they show that despite life's cruelty,
There's still love to be found,
That what it does is unpredictable,
But on you they can count?
Y'know, like a rock,
Virt'ly unbreakable,
Not moved by the whims of the sky or sea,
Refuge when factors are unbearable.
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