Reaching skyward; no longer leaning, we grow well and strong, our friendship reinforced, in the knowledge that whether the branches intertwine or grow apart, we will always be able to find comfort, knowing fate has lent us strength in each other.

Battered and bruised, this heart holds so much pain, but it holds an equal amount of joy. All that's truly given is never lost. All that stands in love can not be destroyed.

A song in ancient rhythm born beating.It’s strength an ever steady pull and sway.The heart in our very chests repeating, echoes of soul, an expression of grace.

As a stone tumbled in coarse reality, constantly worn as it is refined, adversity, it's true beauty shows. So it is by trial we find, all that we are capable of, the strength which lies beneath.

Those things most valuable to possess,are not visible, though they are more real , than anything we own. Love, faith, hope; strength and courage. They sustain us in this moment, raising our hearts, our very souls, above the mundane existence. These are what give our lives, a meaning which is timeless.

I do not regret my struggles, my tears, they have strengthened my cry. I know that I’ve been given wings,that one day this soul will learn to fly.