by Inadvertant_Angel207 words, poem
An emotionally driven release. The best way I could find to let someone know just how they helped me when I felt as though I had slid to the end of my rope. This piece was written just before a deployment to Iraq, as I found myself fed up with everyone else's problems.
light in the temple, shines upon Broken glass, trace the cuts, the scars. Follow the path and find our home in the stars!