Tears have found a home within all he tries not to be.
Fighting to live, but never actually allowing his feet to hit the floor he vows tomorrow will be better.
Within his confinement his fingers feel the vibrations of a life once lived and his journeys yet to be traveled.
Trying every temptation that passes his eyes emptiness continues to be a void yet to be filled.
A mothers voice calls his attention to a fallen soldier.
Quickly without hesitation the child brushes himself off and climbs back on the bike.
A mothers pride tells him he has witnessed that his life was meant to be lived.
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