After every silence there is an eruption.
Sing now in this place of drudgery your songs of praise, for waiting at the end of this cavern colored gray, will stand a friend who offers you a place to stay..
In an order where darkness often dominates, the only weapon we may find is hope, often waiting on the other side.
After every tear, waiting, will be a smile.
After every wedding, there is a connection.
After every silence there is an eruption