How it is
The pain from which I bathe gives me strength
The sorrow from which I eat gives me health
The grief from which I breathe gives me life
And the blood from which I drink heals the welts
I walk in the fears of life
I sleep in the tears of the poor
I learn from the terrors of the many
I live in the shadows of lost lore
I give back to authority just what they give me
I return the jeers of my friends
I take from my peers what belongs to me
And turn a smile on them again
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