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A little bit of silence

A little bit of thought

A little bit of mischief

And love that life forgot

A little bundle sleeping

And curled through the night

A little kitten weeping

Alone at dawn's fresh light

These are the briefest moments,

the wings on which we fly,

the smallest of our fierceness,

by which we grace the sky.

So in this darkness airborne,

I write these sacred words,

To hold and keep a friendship,

a bond across the world.

Those moments tender, breathing,

those moments holding close,

those moments in the sunshine,

or broken on the coast.

Those moments in the darkness,

those moments all alone,

those moments that remind us,

where 'xactly lies our home.

Those moments broken, weeping,

those moments full and new,

those moments held and cherished,

I'd spend them all with you.

Those moments are all different,

though we all all the same,

and though in life and love and hate

we see through diff'rent frame.

But still we soar upon them,

those broken, tattered wings,

and hope to one day heal them,

with music-singing strings.

Our path will be a long one,

and not one lightly walked,

but though we tread in darkness,

never alone we walk.

For we are of the kindred,

those spirits bound and held,

those minds and souls and hearts whose tears

who have all too often bled.

Though we honor the fallen,

and 'member those who've passed,

never will we surrender,

no matter what our path.

We are those few survivors,

those who've questioned self,

the ones who somehow made it,

against the whole world set.

And if there is a lesson,

from our hearts let it be,

that no matter what place, what time,

to serve humanity.

So let this little silence,

as it flies through the sky,

remind all those with tattered wings,

that you can and still fly.