Wonders of Study Abroad in Paris
The Beaches of Normany, the day before D-day.
Our souls drink from the same cup of happiness, love, depression and despair.
We join together in an impenetrable circle of love and strength that will challenge all odds.
Holding each other up with bloody hands, our own life blood flowing from our arms as a sacrifice for those we uphold.
Protecting them and giving them the life we couldn’t have, one without ridicule and abuse, hatred and fear.
The scars will never fade, the wounds never to heal, but we will suffer for them so that they may have better than we did or ever will.
Then maybe, someday people will finally see us for who we really are and not just what we are on the surface.
Then, perhaps our sacrifice will not be in vain, saving those destined to walk the road of life after us.
In their world, things will be different. Because we choose to take a chance and stand our ground.
There’s hope, because of what we did.
"There's Hope"
We join together in an impenetrable circle of love and strength that will challenge all odds.
Holding each other up with bloody hands, our own life blood flowing from our arms as a sacrifice for those we uphold.
Protecting them and giving them the life we couldn’t have, one without ridicule and abuse, hatred and fear.
The scars will never fade, the wounds never to heal, but we will suffer for them so that they may have better than we did or ever will.
Then maybe, someday people will finally see us for who we really are and not just what we are on the surface.
Then, perhaps our sacrifice will not be in vain, saving those destined to walk the road of life after us.
In their world, things will be different. Because we choose to take a chance and stand our ground.
There’s hope, because of what we did.
"There's Hope"
Poem and Photos by:
Jennifer White
