I just want to write truth into the souls of those without a home.
Providing shelter to lost hearts, that have left broken pieces of themselves as trails.
For when they become strong enough to have the courage to find themselves again.

I want to whisper encouragement to the ears of those who have succumbed to the years.
I want to lift their souls, make them pick up their guns and fight the war.
Every dream is a noble cause, painted into our hearts by a power that could make you forget about your problems and pause.

Pause, just for a moment. Just enough to smell the roses...
Cause we've got infinite time, and if we can't appreciate the small things, then we don't deserve to chase the big dreams.