I don’t blame you, little blossom. I get that you’re down. I’m down. A lot of us are down.
How do we stand tall? When the drops are beating down on your head, the sorrow and worry on mine, the horrors of the world on so many.
But stand tall we must. Stand up, speak out, and make change. Inertia is strong, but we are stronger. The power in place is tall, but we can lift one another up taller yet.
Rise with me, little blossom. Do not bow too long.