Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.

high-heeled they are always looking down..
down their confidence is struggling hard to get around

“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”