Foundation of rock.

 A brain of stupid?
No. I have a brain full of dreams.
A heart full of love.
A hunger for hope, joy, serenity.
 
We built this city on shakey ground. Unstable and tattered. What can you do to save something with a foundation of cracks?
You can rebuild on a stronger foundation. Will that city be stronger than the last? In many ways, yes. In some ways, no. But it’s foundation will stand firm, and it will rebuild time and time again with the knowledge, belief, and hope of it’s rock. 
Our rock. Will stand tall. In high winds and storms. In battles and war. In sickness. We will be, together, with our rock, on our rock, hand in hand.