On their small faces I saw
The same things that I now hold in my heart –
The grief, the hurt, the anger,
The tears that we hold back,
All laid bare before us –
Who would be strangers
Were it not for our common concern.
We all have our dragons to slay.
We all have loved.
We all have lost.
But we refuse to stop feeling,
To stop loving.
Once again, I feel the terrible glory
It is to be human.