While my mind was open,
'All the broken hearts in the world still beat'*,
A cry in the ocean,
And what of the ones that are yet untouched,
Is it their time will come?
As much a part of life as growing hair,
Or befriending then betraying someone.
That is the shame when the innocent die,
They ne'er got to be shunned,
Felt the sorrow of unrequited love,
Or incarceration,
Then there is us,*Ingrid Michaelson
Is the journey e'er done?
A life spent getting the innocence back,
We're a scale model of evolution.
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