You are magnificent
Your soul is pure
Stumbling beautifully
Trying so hard to do right
When right and wrong seem to have no difference
You tread forward
Through the fog of youth
And the night of doubt
What waits for you at the end
Is not so clear
But you know it is worth the tears
Because anything is better than nothing
So you march on
With fists tight
Knowing nothing of what's ahead
Forgetting all that is left behind
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