What is Lost, is Found


Weakness, is not a flaw, 
Nor is it less than I. 

A foreigner, threat.

Within you,
Hear the hearts cry 

"I am weak, brother..." 

Would you not come and rest your head upon my knee,
So that I can give all of my strength, to thee?







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