By Kara B., Age 17

All these strange lives we live, and call our own
Every day is one step closer
To our going home
Fishing boats and summer nights are all the same
Nothing’s stable, nothing’s concrete
But the pouring rain
Stare deeply if you must, but you will never find
The hand that shook the hand
That stopped the hand of time
So come ye weak and open unto fields of blue
And all the emerald skies will sing and smile for you
And all the stars of night will steal away your pain
And nothing in your world will ever be the same