In any way possible, you can’t keep an account of what’s immeasurable. The pain, the damage, the aggression, the love, and hatred. You can’t rewrite what’s done and dusted. And there’s certainly no price for you to pay, where you didn’t hold a role to play by fate.
So beautiful, everything that has been brought to you now, is only yours to keep. Listen, how utterly hopeful that sounds. Happiness knows how to defy gravity, and grow indeed. Just like the love that grows where it needs.