"i know this world is far from perfect.

i am not the type to mistake a street light for the moon.

i know our wounds are as deep as the atlantic,

but every ocean has a shoreline

and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning

to wake the songbirds in our hands,

to wake the music in our bones,

to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that brave river

that has to run through the center of our hearts

to find its way home. "