Shake the Dust.

This is for anyone that has ever been a prisoner. Prisoner of war. State Prisoner. Prisoner of Azkaban. This is for anyone that has ever been a prisoner to their lack of self confidence. A prisoner to their own fear.

Shake the dust.

This is for the children. The child that got adopted, but for the rest of his life felt like something was missing. This is for the boring twin sister. The kids that never had a chance.

Shake the dust.

This is for the books that don't get read. The ones that are judged by their covers. This is for the bookworms that can lock themselves in between 2 shelves all day without anyone noticing them. For the people that need an escape.

Shake the dust.

This is for the weary. The Abandoned.

Shake the dust.

This is for the mother that has lost a son in a war. This is for the single mother that works day after day to provide for her kids. This is for the father who waits by the door for hours because he is worried about his daughter on her first date.

Shake the dust.

This is for the lonely. The addicts. For the addicts that are always one fix away from quitting. One more. One more. One more... This is for the older brother that's got too much pride to come home. This is for the attention seekers. This is for the kid that is always at the back of the line because his name is Zack Zimmerman.

Shake the dust.Wake up.Take your life back.Say you're sorry.Quit.Don't Quit.Open your eyes.

The longer you wait the more dust you will have to shake...shake...shake out of your system.

This is for the three year old girl that has let go of her balloon, and will regret it for the rest of the day.

This is for the people that want to give up. Don't.
You will regret it even more than the balloon.
This is for you.
Shake. The. Dust.