Thin enough to see the stars, yet strong enough to balance the sky, are dreams of weary wanderers, and their hope to one day see them fly. Such hearts of pain, yet still such love within them burning ever on. Such burdens bared and demons slain as every darkness burns to dawn. Such storms that rage in times of calm. Such peace that thrives through what doth rage. Such tears of loss. Such tears of joy. Such need to write another page.