UntitiledTrue beauty lies in the eyesOf the man with the world on his shouldersOf the woman and child who grow colderOf the ones who can’t help growing olderWisdom is rooted in heartsWhere we celebrate he who comes in lastWhere injured souls can let go of the pastWhere they don’t drift apart, they hold on fastAnd there’s not a soul who knowsWhat all of us may be capable ofWhat could be learned if we knew how to loveWhat lies below, and what’s waiting above?For now, it’s all we can doTo ride the wind as it blows to and froTo open our minds, forget what we knowTo be ready when it’s our ti