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.

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.

If tears were painful, no one would cry.

We all at certain times in our lives find ourselves broken. True strength is found in picking up the pieces.

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.