Jack of Harts

Some stand up and do things, sometimes great, sometimes terrible, and sometimes both.  Some sit back in their chairs and complain about everything others do.  Some shine for the universe to see.  Some throw rocks at things that shine.  We are a shining city on a hill, where everyone can see us, a beacon of freedom welcoming everyone looking for a new life.  And we walk into the darkness, our lanterns filled with that light.