• Reach out for something to believe in, something to trust, something to hold, something to love.
    When the world turns black and all is lost, when the hope of the world is gone and there is nothing left to believe in
    bleieve in others. The people who know you. The people who care about you. The people who love you. These people are few too many. So why am I the only one left who stil believes in the love of others? I have been battered torn and bruised and yet I still fight for the ones I love. Why? Because I choose to. And I fight for those who cant fight for themselves. What is it to you that fighting for others is such a crime? Is it so wrong to fight for ones you love?