A little thing called love.

Plight of a frightened wild animal.

It started with a crack.

It’s about being able to do nothing about a friend’s demise and feeling heartbroken because you are unable to help this friend out.

An Original Poem Written By Me On May 3, 2008.

So basically this is just one of my thoughts about how people care so much more when a person dies than when an animal dies. I understand you might have knew them personally, but it’s still sad.

Here is a song I wrote that combines thoughts on being adopted, feeling alone, and also the futility of war. It is called "Forgotten Man" and I finished writing this draft of the song earlier today.

Helplessly in love, my heart pains, even so, I’m glad of the touch,

You never know who or what something is until it tries to suck the life out of you.

And here you yourself must be an example to them of good deeds of every kind. Let everything you do reflect your love of the truth. Titus 2:7.