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The Ambition of a Doomed Traveler
A will to remain yourself
With a world
Screaming in your ear.
A need to laugh
As the bodies pile around you
And all that can be heard
Are the cries of those who survived
To warm ones heart
with a furnace of hope.
When the ice has almost
Taken you completely.
To burn with anger
The unjust bindings
Which tie your hands.
To be shed from the tree
And gently fall to the earth
With pride in your heart.
To reach the few with warmth
Who see the shadow
And grow cold
To place stones beneath
The ones who have lost their footing
So they may stand with courage
On their own two feet.
To go unnoticed, unrewarded
So that your motives
Will always be pure.
