Prism Sixteen
To look up, to see force with pride,
The eyes shine in light,
Hidden truth in the shadow, the soul’s shadow,
All can see, but no one tells.
Walk around people, they see him, he does not,
A castle is never,
Only made of rocks.
In mind and in heart, a soul can be eager,
But nobody will follow a fallen leader.
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