all that cant be said

julian casablancas

i've always like the troubled ones.

LOVE LETTER

dear sam,
you'll be alive enough to read this

i know it's going to be difficult
strange hands wielding weapons
charging at each other
you find yourself caught in the middle
confused and helpless

but think what you are to them
god's convoy to their pain
under all the dismay
a grateful heart heals wounds
your passionate heart cures

in face of danger
god protects you
in the face of sadness
little smiles carry you through
remember

earthquake, volcano, riot, civil war
god sees you through it all
he sent you to make better
he sent you, my friend
god's love letter.