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To the dreamers…
To those who believe,
even, or maybe especially,
those who may not know
exactly what they believe
but something inside of them
keeps on believing…
To those who look at the world
and see not only what is,
but what could be, the beauty
hiding in all of the sadness
and the madness and the rubble
we have left in our wake…
To the beat up, the knocked down,
the kicked, the spit on, the last,
the least, the forgotten…
To those who do not, who cannot
forget, who remember even when
they are not remembered…
To those who see the connection
beyond the separation, the life
beyond the loss, the light
the darkness cannot put out…
To the mad ones, the ones
the world calls different or crazy
because they see things others can’t…
To the losers, those who have lost,
those who are lost, those who don’t
want to be found, those who want
nothing more than to be…
To those still holding on,
knuckles clenched to white,
hands aching, shoulders tired,
on the edge, but not giving up…
To you…
You, reading these words right now…
In all of the chaos, all of the voices
filling our days, pulling us this way
and that, telling us so many different things,
please hear this, please know this…
Wherever you are, whatever you’re going through,
you are loved. You are loved. You are loved.
And we need you here. Your voice, your
hands, your song. All of you. We need you.
Keep going.
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