When you grow, when you learn to walk, you will stumble, you will fall. The sun, while it may get harsh sometimes, on the brightest day it will bring you a smile. The moon, the ocean and the tides, they dance their dance, and as it rains you will wonder, of how glad you are of your home. You may wake up to look at the empty side of the bed, at your empty hand, you will want some one to fill that space. You won't know why you want them so much, you will want to give them your everything. You will take comfort in knowing some one else is glad of your existence, a glint in their eyes when they see you, you want to hold that light forever. Some may break your heart, but that is okay, you will have your hands to build yourself a safe place. The troubles, they may seem to never go away, but you will sleep, and you will wake up to another day, another beginning. It is not a fight, don't waste your time struggling, just keep moving ahead and you will find you survived the storm and you find your own island, where you are king.

When you grow, when you learn to walk, you will stumble, you will fall, but through these paths you will begin to run, one day, you will fly.