Why is it so hard to fix the broken?
Rain, so calm. It's always the quiet ones they say.
My roots are dead. A tree no longer living.
All life is sacred. Every last human being.
Feeling the weight of our world on your shoulders.
How will you make it out alive? Try.
Sacrifice, trust and faith.
Compromise.
Burn his image into your mind.
Accept the grace so willingly given by the angels.
Not everyone has opened their arms for them.
Forget this world.
You are free.
Live without worry.
You will be okay.
