“a little girl without a home. She sews a heartbeat all her own that she has grown. To hold yourself when all is gone. To hear a child’s song. And when you open up that door you’ll find a different kind of more. She’s falling and drowning in a world she didn’t choose. And she’s reaching out her hand to you so don’t let it go. Let it go don’t let it go. And when you open up that door. When you find a different kind of more. When the cure is washed up on the shore I’ll bring it to you. To you.” {this song was written for the use of Invisible Children Inc. to support their Kony 2012 movement}