“Do not forget to love,” she said.
“Do not give up your light.
I died a long, long time ago.
I died without a fight.
“I see in you what once was me.
It mirrors painfully,
Forgotten, lost, and washed away
By I, myself, and me.
“Keep your passions, keep your heart,
And don’t lose sight of who you are.
Your head is strong, but fragile still.
Trust is earned not bought by will.
“In the end, you’ve got to be
None other than yourself. You see
This old world with your wise, young eyes
That still see blue in darkened skies!
Keep up the faith and wear your scars
Upon your neck and on your heart.
If your wounds break you in the end,
Know this: you have a friend.”