The core in us is surrounded by skin
and we cannot easily grab what´s in
Cannot open our own chests to reveal
The piece of us that the outside world wounded that only we ourselves can heal
We cannot beg another to stand in our place
We cannot shield ourselves for the flow of unpleasant words from unsatisfied mouths
expectant world bowing to the whip
Inside the hand we must feel the urge to take it off chance´s force
In man himself must he find the courage
Must he bare the burden and become initiator
The fire that rises each time man performs for courage
Is a cleansing fire that lays all manner of curses, ills and ailments to waste
The taste is mistakenly not always the bullet
but severed tongue lip and tooth
Bravery also holds hands with death
surprising friendships like that instill the fear to stop men from their quests
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