Inspired by My Chemical Romance's 'Desert Song', this little poem/tune seems to have a mixed meaning that you can interpret how you like.
From the back-page to the front porch,
we'll make it through,
scarred if we must be,
but scared as we are
of the people we'll become,
and the end -
oh, the end that is sure to come.
We'll find a way
to grow our wings and fly,
sharpen our teeth so we're ready
for the backlash,
and heal our wounds
when we inevitably fall down.
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