Tell me if it's going to be alright. That the pain will stop soon. That the things that have begun to take place, is the end of the worst. There is hope for another day, is there not? What is it we will see when we reach the other side of the mountain in our everyday lives? Will it be the loving arms of our family waiting for us to arrive? Our friends that continually give us their support, and back us no matter what it is we decide to do? How will we be the ones to decide how all this happens? Too many questions, and so little time to answer them. But answer, or not, in the end it doesn't matter. We must find for ourselves that which gives us strength, courage, and valor to see every single day of our lives to the very end. Who are we? What is it that we do here, tied to the fates given to us at the beginning of it all? Trust in me, and I shall tell you tales that would make the loneliest, most miserable person in the world hope. I can, would show you that which it is that makes us wise. That which makes us whole. That which makes us another part of the cycle of life and death. For to know life, is to know suffering. But to know suffering, is to know hope. We can all walk along this path to that which we most desire. To the one waiting for us patiently, hands pressed together in prayer. Be with them for the rest of our lives. Can this be true? Can it be possible? Only to those that are willing to fight for what they believe in. Sorrow flows from me and my brothers in arms, like the ocean flows endlessly as far as we can see. Find within ourselves, that which makes us whole? How is that possible, when we cannot even see for ourselves what lies in wait behind the buildings of our urban jungles. It is the test of time that will show us ourselves, and what we truly value in life. For me, it is love. What shall it be for you? Shall it be the promise of a brighter tomorrow? The thoughts of riches beyond your wildest dreams? Spirituality, or Materialism? Go out, and find for yourself. Will you be the next savior of a generation, or a destroyer of nations, worlds, and peoples. Try for yourself to see the truth, through the veil of lies that was implanted by those you thought you could trust. I am not a man, or a human being. And neither are you for that matter. We are what we make ourselves. Man or beast, human or monster. Devil or angel. It is the question that drives us. So tell me for the last time that I will ever ask you in a thousand years. Is it OK now? Please...tell me that it's alright......