I miss
I understand
I reconcile
I nurture

The chances, taken and not taken
The reality that exists
The truth, that I may heal
The future

This was
This is
This must
This shall forever be

So easy

Gabled Walls

We are the In
The Middle
Absorbing and reflecting back
All the inspiration they have inside

We are the Many
The Gate
Herding and harnessing 
All the good they long to give