It begins as all fires do, a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colorful delight. Holding hands, becoming friends, earning trust and futures once again looking bright.
Loneliness turned to hope, emptiness filled up with dreams. Hunger satisfied, and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams. Tears no longer hit the ground; they fall on someone's shoulder.
Feeling young, as you grow older. When sorrow leaves you wilted as a sun-parched rose, comfort is a river that flows and flows. The sun's light, the morning dew, they are all the beauty tha--
