Yes, every fiber of my body
screams
Do it, my heart demands
Please, for me, whispers hope
These demands disturb my thoughts
They call history and the spoken
word
This is futile they argue
Some allies say go for it
Others say don’t you dare
One sees hope, the other pain
Act quickly or lose your chance
Or go slow, don’t take risks
Which side wins the battle?
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