These green signals are for the good people of the world. Wanderers, whose souls shine like the Sun. Nomads who search for the unseen. You fight, you humble yourself when times get rough. Your eternal strength, lingers in my memory, comes within, deep, far and wide. Your voice ripples across oceans, roaring like lions. You endured what others couldn’t. And scars you carry proudly like so many ornaments. You say ‘We’ve made it.’ Your voice is the one I want to hear before I die. Because the others, they don’t see beyond the signs, but the narrow way, it was made for us. It was made for us, we have that faith, we can get through. It would be hard, but the glory was in knowing that we both did what the others couldn’t.