It'd be ok.

Life stops, at one point. The heart just gives up. You want to find more life, but there's just isn't any left.

You may have just received the pink slip.

You maybe coming out of a relationship.

You maybe grieving for a lost child.
You may have been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

You may have gotten into a horrific accident, and house-bound.

You may have hoped for greener pasture, and it turned into dust.

You may have wanted to laugh -

but a cry, instead, came out of your throat.

You may have lost everything, but the shirt on your back.

You might be in a fork-lift road, and no one gave you a ride.

You may have sought a friendship, but was given a hoot.

You wanted to dance again but the music got stopped.

My friend, take heed -

'cus the wind will blow your way again,

As sure as there is winter, spring breathes life into everything,

As sure as the bird sings in the early morn, your music can play once more,

As sure as the sun's ray enters into your bedroom door, your life can turn around...soon.

Good luck, my friend. Good luck.

Your friend,

Gener