a young boy took himself too serious he took a gun and aimed at god god himself was so frustrated
the girl next door was already weaping her day was hard, she couldn't rest she would only hug her pillow that was more she could take
again they try to start a new day and pray for better times to come but god will obviously ignore them that is all they can take
we struggle hard not to surrender we fear the future and the past every minute seems like a torture