And will the damned break?H2OA tear is just water,so why should it hurt?NaClsalt in a wound,the pain is still there.My body, a flood-wallis riddled with cracks,both old and new.The scars run deep;marred by the constant buffetingthis sea of emotion wrought on me.Pummeling, hammering-the fissures grow deeper-the pressure, it builds.My heart grows weaker.I fear it will break-how long can I fake?
A Hope for the FutureEver notice how every hero has a vital weakness? How even the strongest of heroes can be vanquished by the smallest, most insignificant foe? We are a fallen race, a broken people in a dying world. Whether we realize it or not, not one of us can save the world-we can't change the self-destructive habits of our loved ones, we can't even defeat all of our own inner demons. Alone, we soon become lost-feeling helpless as we watch our friends destroy themselves and our families drift apart-isolated and alone, we feel there must be a higher calling, a greater purpose, but wonder what it could be. Without God, there is no hope; because without God, there is no light in this dark world, no healing for the broken, no compassion for the fallen, and no salvation for the lost.