We’ve walked through flames of failure, futility, and love gone wrong. We’ve had our psyches bullied, burned, and berated. Doubt’s dogs have mauled our most cherished dreams. We’ve been the ghost stories for the skeletons in our closets. We’ve prayed for light, but only received burning sticks of dynamite. Earthquakes and hurricanes have shaken us. Bureaucracy continually threatens to break us. We’ve copped a feel off miracles, but have been screwed by madness. We’ve been haunted by the past, and left hollow when imagining a better tomorrow. Still, we emerge from the flames singed, but singing. We are the melodies that refuse to live quietly.