The Sun sets all the time
When the winter comes
Will blood surge warm
Small brave tough vessels
Holding off the cold
I want to stand proud
I want to see it all congeal
Take shape in the summer
Or with frozen green boots
Save more fortunate souls
At some point you weather the storms and find out what your purpose is. Maybe it is in helping people, maybe you don't even know what it is now, maybe you even learn your purpose after your time is up.
Written to "I Want To Get Better" and "Like A River Runs" by Bleachers.
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