There is always a reason to celebrate along with those who support you.
There is always a wish hidden behind troubles awaiting for you in case you dare to spell it out.
There is always, I am telling you and that's a rule, an anchor behind this black narration of times.
Find it, and rest upon it.
Share, celebrate, free yourself, shout, cry, sing. Yes, my friend, sing.
That's how we met you, that's how you met us.
That's not to be stolen by anyone.