Maybe I'm weak, and torn and lost
My speech gasped out with biting frost
Maybe I'm lonely, sore afraid
Broken heart never to be remade
But from a moment of revelation
Comes the movement of reciprocation
For even amid the surrounding night
We can still stand up and fight
I know that I am
All of these
And more
For I am broken to the core
But also
I know what I am living for
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