When shock starts to subside,
And autopilot starts to falter,
What have you got left,
When your world is fully in alter?
When your head will not stop spinning,
And your world has slipped to hell,
What in the world do you do,
When there’s no rescue bell?
You focus on the thing,
That you would truly die for.
Put one foot beyond the other,
Though you’re broken to the core.
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