They wipe tears to quench their endless thirst
Music is the soulmate to emotion. It moves you like the moods of a river.
Collecting broken pieces when the water ebbs to its lowest point so you can admire and see the value of them when the tide is high
The two have formed one not knowing how to live without the other
You were there, I saw you standing in the back
Will anyone see the pith that stumbled on embedded debris
By definition you can not have perfect with difference. The Irony of it all is without difference you can not have perfection.
You are not responsible for the angry choices of others, only your own.
No one can make a snow angel without an involuntary smile and happiness exploding from the far corners of their being, this is a universal proven phenomenon around the world (at least until proven otherwise).