Day 18 -
Though we don't have the means,
somehow,
someday,
I will repay you.
As I come to you,
shattered,
broken,
but with new life on-board.
Will you
turn your backs
and walk away?
My fate is in your hands.
Help her to soar,
high above the
clouds.
Off into
the stars.
A
voice said, Look me in the stars
And
tell me truly, men of earth,
If
all the soul-and-body scars
Were
not too much to pay for birth.
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