The true tragedy is that it takes pain to promote my creativity

But hold fast to the truth that your selfless sacrifice ignites an outward awareness

Every time a wave of darkness floods our shores, it sparks more love than it extinguishes

With every tear that falls, a heart is inflames with a compulsion to catch it

For every soul that is trampled, a devotion to its rejuvenation is born

No army of evil can overthrow the innate good that hibernates until awoken

With every injury incurred there is a mass of healing charging toward it

The assumption is that we’ll retreat from the threat of pain, but only temporarily

Don’t be fooled by our numbers because the power is none you can see

Our sights become laser focused on the weeds attempting to infiltrate our garden

There is something rising that cannot and will not be overtaken