Dear Child,

Why do you cry? Is it a bruise? A scar, a scratch, a bump perhaps? Or are you afriad of the dark? The dark, it does scare you doesn’t it? The world just seems too dark, am I right?

Dear Child, I know it seems bleak and sad. I know that people curse you (and me as well) and damn the very day they themselves were born. People are cruel, selfish creatures who do not seem to care for such a small innocent as yourself. We fight to entertain, to settle scores long forgotten. A person builds themselves a tower to stand atop of, made of the very corpses of the souls they have murdered. Injustice is rampant and we are the pinnacle of it.

But, Dear Child, do not despair.

Wipe your face clean, open your eyes wide. Look underneath the ordinary horrors that befall everyday life, and you shall see something. Something bright, something warm and smiling. It is not dark at all, but a glimmering jewel in the dusty abyss we live in. It is a treasure trove of all that is well.

Even if the world is dark, you must remember that darkness cannot exist without light. Just think, Dear Child. You are lucky enough to be born and living this very moment. The sun still warms your face into, the wind plays with your hair in a great rushing tag. If you search closely, you can find the ones who still have hearts, the people who will love you with every atom of their being. Dear Child, you may even find the glory of God.

So please, do not cry. Stand up and walk with your own two legs. Go forward and journey until you find your light, for there is one for any person who dares to stand.

With Love and Hope,
The Musician