Not all those who wonder are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Love, laughter, joy, and tears.
Everything that goes into making me who and what I am.
Stories of love, and love lost.
Friendships, broken hearts and betrayal.
Moments of clarity and moments of insanity