These are words for the homesick
For the beaten
The lost, the broke, the defeated
A poem for the heartsick
For the standbys
Living life, in the shadow of the goodbye
Do you remember when we learned how to fly?
We’d play make-believe
We were young and had time on our side
You’re stuck, on the ground
Got lost, can’t be found
Just remember that you’re still alive
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 