so take us down, deep inside, where the abyss is bright and before it blinds us, we'll see for the very first time
But when we step out of our graves, before we reach into the air, we'll throw roses at monsters who couldn't destroy us, even though they had a chance.
A very good poem for thought. Last lines is true and is my favorite. I believe we are born with a shadow. Ensure we know life is short and be careful. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote