One
thousand and one little heroisms.
To
you just stepping stones, or pebbles.
One
thousand and one little gallantries
To
you testing patience, just pleasantries.
Under
the sheet of drizzle, depression.
Under
the pressure of doubt, indecision.
I
am no saint. You make a good point.
But
I fear no Satan. Being right's not always right.
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