Old bones forgotten…perhaps even forgiven…
Making way for friendships to rejoin and relive…
Hearts once broken, now dance again with love and merriment…
The weaver has come to restore his masterpiece…
Hatred…anger…pain…sorrow…
All of those washed away by the cleansing rain…
Giving new shine to once old, weary faces…
The writer's pen creates a new script for the world to play…
Love…beauty…happiness…peace…kindness…
All restored as the artist touches up his canvas…
His brush giving new hope and light to an old forgotten painting…
Unity…togetherness…bondings…
Once more resurfacing, like a new blossom in the heart of spring…
Adding flavor and flair to the once dim and dark surroundings…
A dream…perhaps…but not an impossible one…
We all hurt…we all heal…
We all hate…we all love…
We all cry…we all laugh…
We all lose faith…we find a way to restore it again…
We all grow old…yet we all keep our youth somewhere in our hearts…
We all stand alone…yet there are people surrounding each of us…
We all fade…yet our colors keep shining through…
We give up…yet somehow manage to find the strength to fight once more…
We work against one another…but now we must work as a whole…
