However high we climb There will always be Another obstacle Obstructing our path In every blue sky A grey cloud Will block The suns warmth Casting a chill On our upturned faces But if we just reach out Even in the darkest of nights There will always be . . . a waiting hand . . . a listening ear . . . a reassuring touch
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W