To steal a line

That isn’t mine

I start by saying simply

If we never stood in the cold

We wouldn’t evolve

Cold words and yet so true

But even in the frigid night

The human soul

Finds room to shine

An inner warmth seeps

Deep within the heart and mind

An undying ember flickers

The fingertips of goodness

Stroke the humanity inside

The touch of life cannot

Be kept from those who

Seek a brighter existence

And so we fight

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