We see ourselves as eternal statues
Strong and full of mystique
But we are as fragile as clouds
Slowly disappearing with time
Appearing massive and eternal
But vulnerable inside
Like the clouds, we live life at our own pace
And although things get complicated
Life still has a subtle grace
As strong as we may be, our strength and weakness is our heart
There's a never ending list of things that can
make us fall apart
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