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Gifted Hands

I can remember the days so vivid
Where you can hear laughter and laugh along
Suddenly we’re hit with all things wicked
All we can do is think of the foregone
It’s evil but stop to look around you
There's still people fighting for our morrow
They are not afraid to smile. Yes it’s true
Everyday still trying to rid sorrow
It’s not a skill, it’s just their will to fight
Deny it, but the truth never prevails
Don’t forget how they’re trying to make light
Worry not, soon this will all just be tales
They’re just like you, scared yet they understand
Yes really, for they do have gifted hands!

-- Rachel L., 9th-12th Grade