The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they've gone


They're off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way


Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Do ya feel your name?
Can't you hear your babies crying?

So.

The walls just told me that I need to learn to let go, to forgive myself.

And to get a haircut.

There are tentacles underneath my bed.

Dean. I need to crash in your room tonight.

Uh, man. I'm not sure if I can--

It's about Nusaken, so nevermind. I'll be there. Astra Lights?

You see, my hair. It's a nice shade of blue.

The room is freakin' NEON ORANGE NOW.

The hell.

Shit.



Dean take the damn painkillers before I have to shove them down your throat.



Yes, that's a threat.

Can anyone explain to me what this is supposed to mean?

Whoever you are, friend or foe, tell me this:

Who are you and why are you giving me roses.

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