He lives in fear; I hold him tight;
I know inside he is the light.
His fear is strong, he rues each day
yet in his heart he knows the way
to walk with strength, to walk with pride;
that part of him that he does hide.
It shines at times but dimmed by fear,
his beauty will never be clear
until he’ll practice what he preaches;
that he can be just what he teaches.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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