And as though we had no choice we rose as one in one voice and made a language for our anguish and for the first time we could rejoice in knowing that though no ones spared, it only further proves that there are helping hands and those who understand, and in their understanding care. We are those in doubt who scream and shout a song thats gone too long unsung that rings out at the top of our lungs, an offering to offer hope to those who still struggle to cope, and to make it known they neednt struggle on their own. And its universal, I know, but its universal to feel as though you deal with it alone. So this is our way of leaving on a light for all those yet lost and those left behind, because we know the road home can be so unkind, but thats where well be waiting, where you can always find our open arms, ears, hearts, and minds. Fighting for our lives by basement light. And this war isnt only mine, no, its ours to fight and define. So if that weights too much to bear, why not go where the weight is shared. Its just a short walk down the stairs, yeah maybe well meet there
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 04:08:54 +0000
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