You are a newcomer, a survivor of a tragedy, much like we once were. I see the pain in your eyes, the dust of destruction still clinging to your spirit. We offer you shelter, but know that our own hearts carry wounds that still bleed.
You are a newcomer, a survivor of a tragedy, much like we once were. I see the pain in your eyes, the dust of destruction still clinging to your spirit. We offer you shelter, but know that our own hearts carry wounds that still bleed.