As I toss and turn. Peace found no return. Everyday I would run fast, trying to avoid the memories of the past. Some things I wish I could change but it was out of range. And so I returned to the broken house. In the house were broken souls, lost souls and tormented souls. The house was governed by rules, and little did they know about the clues. And yet you are our home. Our pillar of support when we stand alone. Till time takes away our youth, and the inevitable growth out of your hands. With the uncertainty of where the sole of our feet lands. At the moment I knew we always guided towards the light. Even in our darkest night.