(Starts out by a pastor looking out of a cafe window into a hotel window across the street,this event happens

 ever  week)  Their you go again lover in your same position.What race was he this week,was he                       

 Black ,Hispanic,,Portugal,or did you even care to ask lover.Did he whisper what you all ways wanted hear? Lover did

 sex patch the hole in your heart,or did  the money on the nightstand give you fulfillment yet.The look on your face

 says no.Come on lover its been five years ,400men,1000 gallons of tears,20 nearby death experiences,,three

 miscarriages ,and you haven’t found what your looking for yet?Why are you still holding on to the world lies?They told

 you that love means being in the dark for awhile. You think the Lord is with in this dark,but he not.See to be the Lord

 means being in light ,while going through your tribulation .Lover in the dark you see no end,but in the light

you can find out your about to die and your future is still certain.Lover you walk the worlds wide road like many

others,wondering why your life is still the way it is.(Lover fixes herself up, leaves the hotel ,and enters the cafe)