How can I thank you?

When you never had a choice?

And yet I do.

Every day I ponder the life

Of a creature who traded places with me

On the stairway to the eternal.

What does it say about me?

To be so inspired by a beast?

Or what does it say about a beast?

That he should so inspire the hearts of men?

Such combinations!

Of loyalty and love,

Grace and bravery,

Strength and innocence.

Should that such combinations exist within my own heart

But I am merely a man,

Clumsy and corrupt.

Not like you, unsullied with the nonsense of men.

How can I thank you?

When you never had a choice?

I don’t know what to think about that

I don’t know how to think about that

But my gratefulness will endure

For as long as my corrupt heart will beat.

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