After every silence there is an eruption.
After every wedding, there is a connection.
After every tear, waiting, will be a smile.
In an order where darkness often dominates, the only weapon we may find is hope, often waiting on the other side.
Sing now in this place of drudgery your songs of praise, for waiting at the end of this cavern colored gray, will stand a friend who offers you a place to stay.
