Be Some's Hero

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As a wise fool, I thought I had the world in the palm of my hand that it's all good and could touch each soul in my span. No longer a boy but still not a man  wanting to help others in any way I can.
Be strongNothing ever last for longIt wouldn't last forever you knewBut its okay he still cares about youJust hold on to your heart for nowWipe the sweat from your brow
Steamy hands on the window pane She takes a breath and slips away Pulled by hands of a sick step-father Iron bars built all around her   She threw herself to the men she saw
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