Here's to the past, those dark times that threatened to end us, so we lived like there was no tomorrow. Times when the only concept of time we had was now. when we chased wild horses, I still believe we'll ride them someday.
Here's to the rebels, the misfits, the outcasts, the misunderstood, the free thinkers and freespirits. Those who aren't afraid to live on the edge of society's boundaries, those who have discovered the passion of the outer realm. Those who fall apart but pick themselves up time after time. Those who stand tall while being percecuted. Those who keep their emotions on their sleeves. Those who have lost hope but continue living in search of it. Salvation we shall find in the depths of time.
Here's to the times that are to come, to all that we are still to discover, all we will learn and forget, the art we shall create, the love we'll discover, share and then forget.
Here's to hurting to heal. So let's do some living, after that we'll die.