This is for the bruised and broken;
For all of the words that are left unspoken.
This is for the cold and hungry;
For all of the others just left standing.
In a world left with liberty, and nothing less than ignorance, I’ll stand for you. When all other roads seem to bear their blockage, I’ll be another pair of eyes, searching out a way. You see, no matter what comes of me, in this ever-changing world, I will always be one of you; just as misunderstood as before.
January 30, 2011