It's slightly heavy, but please don't drop it, the kick just might suprise you. It adds up to a wonderful mess that can only be lived. For those with broken little tears. To miles that never seem to stop. The words are theirs but yours to fuss. It's such a long way to know where it's from, but easy to drop. Please hold these words, these precious ones, for it seems the little ones are in the bottom of the well. And for the light that shines for you please hold it lightly so that you may see all of your way through. Under Angry Sky's