They say failure is a doctorine like any other
Pain could have meaning, if only
patience paid off
There’s something about the doctor’s voice
Asking you if it hurts here? Here?
Here? How about here?
Then there’s my hand on your shoulder
Wondering how any childhood can be lost like that
I am holding you close, as only friends can do
Opening to the wisdom in your heart
And every strand of your hair.
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