In this world of emotion,
Where so many are eclipsed,
By sorrows born of tragedy,
The brave whom hang on,
To their pure child self,
Are as stars to the black heavens,
Such as they are,
Playful constellations,
Brave enough to survive,
Yet imbibed in the pain,
Of empathy induced suffering,
Transforming their witnessing,
Into real locomotion,
Upon heart fashioned rails,
Becoming saviours,
In a world awash with SOS cries.
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