The broken, the beaten and the damned.
The outspoken, the defeated and the bland.
All hand in hand.
Crevassing what it is to be human.
Grasping what it is to be a doomed one.
Mortality hand in hand.
So, they decide to then face life's demands.
So, they reside in grace, when strife's poises plans.
Resilience as they walk the land.
Waiting for what Impermanence's has planned.
Death comes to us all its what we do in between that we must not misunderstand.
So, a message to the broken the dammed.
Put your good foot first as you walk this arid land.