are far deeper than any I've ever played out
with my fingers.
The world's done to you far more than
it's done to me.
I think I know why.
Because even though we stand in the same place,
and you're looking out on the same view I am,
you have been far braver.
While I stand silent and miniscule,
you shout to the world who you are.
You are far more sure and far stronger
than I have ever been
and could ever be
for now.
And since you can speak out
the world's yelled back.
Sorry really doesn't cover the pain it's dealt but
I have to say, I'm sorry.
You're doing what everyone in our place
is always afraid to do.
And you're standing up for all of us.
It's not fair to you.
I'll make it up.
I promise.
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