Now hollow fires burn out to black,And lights are fluttering low:Square your shoulders, lift your packAnd leave your friends and go.O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you treadThere’s nothing but the night. - A.E. Housman
Start a rumor aboutpeace taking over,love being the new black,and compassion going viral. - Khang Kijarro Nguyen