the night is young but the year is old. there we stand, in two lines. in between us, sitting there, the young hearts beating just one year behind all of ours. the songs were sung. the words carried away on the back of the nonexistent wind. this feeling can not truly be explained. tears fall, looks exchanged, hearts fly but both fly away and fly right here. all i know right now is this feeling, this way. does that make me stronger or weaker than i was before?