the light, those whose br wings are kind br the purpose i was br sent to live br my heart pounding br so hard as the sound of br a hot river stream br flowing through my br body, the wierd expression br the sight of being blind, br the stress that once made mistake br regain its consiousness br for who i give my br crying tears for who i thank br so much that life br itself repaired. i only br wished that i net you before, br wishing to feel you br hug you and being on br your side.