Wash the wind in your hair
The pages of your life shall not be of misery alone, not of endless mayhem and malignant madness
Do not feed your darkness, the essence of that will trip you and desert you. Sweet is the embrace of your bitterness, for now

Wash the wind as it passes by you, let in cleanse the darkness away, let it glide through your missteps, your unpleasant platitudes of pity
Good times come even on the darkest of times if you seek that which will ease your suffering
The home of

Delving in despair, has no bottom, no way out
Cry if you must, let your soul sing out.
Do not cry out hoping to be saved if you refuse to be consoled, to strive to work it out and overcome. It will not be easy, it is complicated and knotted just as tightly as your hatreds
Lighten your lives, cut the ties, free yourselves. Wash that wind.