We cut the air and we’ve found to lose your faith in the world is to lose faith in yourself. We are ghosts in your homes. We travel under the floor. And when our voices fail us we will find new ways to sing. When our bodies fail we’ll find joy in the peace that it brings. The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way. Whenever you find home we’ll make it more than just a shelter. And if everyone belongs there it will hold us all together. If you’re afraid to die, then so am I.