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When the Knell Tells

When the Knell Tells

There's beauty
in a toddler
staring death in the eye,
all the while smiling.

The knowledge of death
is far beyond her grasp.

You see, we're all born brave;
it's just lost along the path.

So in a way,
bravery's nostalgia.

In a way,
bravery's an open eye.

In a way,
I can only pray
that I feel just a little nostalgic
the day I have to die.