Intended

And if somethings of ourselves are not intended 
For the light may our breathes of fog at night,

And just before the dawn, glow bright. 

May we see the good others see in us, not persecute

To faulter under what we carry, but lift us up.

Love out the fear has lived too long in the hearts

Who tear apart that which is ever love

And combat the darkness awakening in us.