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From a wounded fetus
To a full grown man
With all his arms and legs.

From a brother to a lover
To a rhyme that so endears.
All chains made to be broken
Bounding liberty in fear.

These shackles, they remain to remind.
But with you on your cloud and me on mine.

It's been a long, long road
From that home where boys learned how they would see
The world through their own lens;
How I'd see you, my friend
And hope that I see you again.