Is where it all begins? That shadowy past that unravels into pure gold .The say it what you make but I know its up to fait. They look into my eyes and they all look away. They see that fear.they see themselfs. They all glance and stare. I hold that power to bring you in. But if I lay here if I just lay and dream and just forget the world. Just to wipe that hate from our heads. Just to never look back no matter how many times we need to. Did we all get screwed over just to help so,done els? Is that our purpose? To dream and help nothing more. But we turn to gold befor we get to old and then we look at those stars that point the shawdow out. I need you grace. They all. Pretend agin they say love trust. How can I ? Who am I? Who are we? Who is we? Is that love us ? Is that broken trust we? All I ever want is to be happy. Am I getting there? With the next step to be with people who understand. Who haven't found them selfs yet. Is that why I am here? To help those who are to afraid? Most alright. Don't be afraid I will a Ways have a doormen for the past. The past dosent hate me. It made me who I am and who I am is me. Save me. Save you. Who. Are you. Who're we. Take my hand dream. Lie under the willow that sways in the whispers of the wind. Tell me now what do you here?do here that whisper? The one that says run and breath breath and sore. Live and fly. Be who you are because who you are is something speacil. Don't doubt it. Just doubt that this is the end. Because its the end the end of nothing the end of the start of the life we are ment to have. So who are you. You . Your something great.