Everyone is a Lion, but You are a Lamb

And there we were, through the thick and the thin holding onto the one thing that was left in the sweaty palms of our hands. And when we fought with our fists clenched so tight, we knew what it was we had to do. And through the dark blanket with tiny holes poked in it, strewn across the sky, we listened to the silent thunder beating in our chests. And as we listened to the beautifully terrible sound, we unclenched our hands and set it free.