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Northern Downpour

"If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed out jewelry to the sea
For diamonds to appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
Sugar cane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely"

when the wind picks up and the rain starts pouring, any normal child would simply be obediant; stay in their room and be good. but what do you do when mom's and dad's screaming is too much to handle? what do you do when you're simply sick of it all and feel like your world is caving in? welcome to st. john's institution. where those who have finally been pushed over the edge face the downpour of their lives one step at a time.

st. john's institution is a safe haven for those that cannot take their home life any longer. it is a last resort for those people who are too frightened and do not have the means to survive. st. john's institution promises to be with these people every step of the way, insuring a safe, pleasant environment. their hopes are to build a sense of confidence and help them to be able to push away their own downpours. the institution believes that every individual deserved a chance at a life that makes them happy.

no matter what the reason may be for a run away, st. john's will embrace them with open arms. this institution, though poorly funded, operates with a desire to make good people out of kids who have seen the darkest of storms.

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[size=1][center]"If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed out jewelry to the sea
For diamonds to appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
Sugar cane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely"[/center][/size]


[size=0][blockquote][blockquote]when the wind picks up and the rain starts pouring, any normal child would simply be obediant; stay in their room and be good. but what do you do when mom's and dad's screaming is too much to handle? what do you do when you're simply sick of it all and feel like your world is caving in? welcome to st. john's institution. where those who have finally been pushed over the edge face the downpour of their lives one step at a time.

st. john's institution is a safe haven for those that cannot take their home life any longer. it is a last resort for those people who are too frightened and do not have the means to survive. st. john's institution promises to be with these people every step of the way, insuring a safe, pleasant environment. their hopes are to build a sense of confidence and help them to be able to push away their own downpours. the institution believes that every individual deserved a chance at a life that makes them happy.

no matter what the reason may be for a run away, st. john's will embrace them with open arms. this institution, though poorly funded, operates with a desire to make good people out of kids who have seen the darkest of storms.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]