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tell me we were made for more than this and our years on earth are more than empty time, our words more than sound, repeated over centuries by a million mouths tell me your hand in mine means more than the weaving of fingers and our breath is more than atoms falling through an empty space.

No one saves us but ourselves; no one can and no one may; we ourselves must walk the path.

Whatever has happened, Has happened for good. Whatever is happening, Is happening for good. Whatever will happen, Shall also happen for good. What have you lost, That you cry for? What did you bring, That you lost? What did you create, That was destroyed? You came empty handed, And will go empty handed. What is yours today, Was somebody else’s yesterday, And will be somebody else’s tomorrow.