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I’m torn asunder by the world
The violence tough men hurled
Against the fragile glass
Of common sense
The mirror’s edge has cut me deep
Your image haunts me when I sleep
The fire’s heat, the broken fence
Between us now with no defense
Angels hold me as I walk
They whisper words I try to talk
And yet I struggle to be free
Knowing of its penalty
Time for me is running out
Short years, without a doubt
With this slender flame of hope
And mantra as my only rope
Stretch out your hands to show you’re here
Sing some notes to quell the fear
Whispered words within my heart
Seek not alone, be not apart
Karma Yönten Gyatso
Richmond Hill
