Floetcoeur
«Here we stand, oaks and willows, hand in hand. A breath of air, a grain of sand. Holding hard of what we have. And if we band, yes if we break, we'll try and fall for something sake. (...) We're all that we are, we're all that we'll ever be and now it's so clear to me, we're hanging on the breeze. Where the weight of your heart is always changing for something that we will never know. (...) We knew we had to let this go...»
- Fortunate ones