Every fragile soul and throbbing heart sucked from flesh
Was a father, a sister, a mother,
A child, a best friend, a brother,
Loved and also a lover,
A person and nothing less.
And every soul, equally as fragile,
Every heart, equally as aflame,
Every body, more or less agile,
That from flesh sucks another's heart
Is still equal in every part
As any other who does the same.
Life is more fragile than a dragonfly's wings,
More unpredictable than what a day brings,
And yet is surer to end than child's play,
Especially as another life's prey.






























































