Something that challenges you to hold on.
You find it in the taste of wet salt on your "Goodbyes"
And in the warmth of holy sunlight bathing our homes.
It seeps up through the soil and curls through the grass below our shoes.
Let us make this ground hallowed and cover it in milestones.
There is nothing harder to define than love,
So let the silence of the field and fire in our souls show our faith.
These stories that we weave, we must make them something of worth
As we fight hard to make them our own.
My God, it feels like we just arrived here.
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