Save a life by remembering your blessings, your faults,
And the times you denied that you ever had any
You will then understand what you see
Leave your urges on the sidewalk
Go inside the space that you created
Then create space to draw on the wall
Cut the strings of restraint from your fingers
This is what you call freedom
We are not puppets; you, a puppeteer.
Next time you lift your arm, grab the edge of a cloud
Find the message of the souls lost too soon
Maybe they found the knowledge needed To Save A Life.
Sircharlesthepoet 
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