Mama says there’s light at the end of the tunnel; there’s beauty where we least expect it. Mama says you have to look to see it. Sometimes it aint even there. I guess you have to picture it. Pretend it’s there. Mama told me those that never see it, never live. She told me when you find beauty…hidden beauty… you hold it. You lock it in. You admire it…you cherish it. You breathe with it. Mama says when things break, sometimes, just sometimes, they get better. She says when things are dry, there’s always a way for something to grow. When things are hot, there’s always a source of cold. “It’s there, baby” she says…You just gotta find it.”