You see, you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love its will to reach the sun. Well, we are the roses. This is the concrete. These are my damaged petals. Don't ask me why. Ask me how.
Leave the light on when it's dark. Wake up to the sun. Like Earth and Son, both belong revolved around the stars. If one day ends, give the next one a new start. Smile, as Eternity will live on. Close to you and for generations to come!!!