We're All a Little Broken Inside
5/1/13
Weeping willows weep,
and rivers do run dry.
Mountains wear and crumble,
while forests fade by fire.
Emperors lose their grip as
the dynasty's dominion falls.
Mortals breathe their last
for their bodies can't bear it all.
Yet we're perfect in our imperfections;
it's in the scars that we unite.
Pride, age, fate, or sorrow;
we're all a little broken inside.
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