A million different skys painted and yet only one sky.
A hundred different ways to tell it, but still always known as a lie.

A million different ways to feel it, but only remains as  one name. A hundred different ways to handle it, results always pain.

Words are just words without someone to believe them. You'll never get anywhere without first taking a stand.

No one storm is the exact same and yet... it still only has one name. There can never be a burning ember without it's flame.

There could never be a right without a wrong. There can never be a goodbye without something or someone being gone.