Sunshine always bursts through skies of gray. No matter how long and painful your day. Where there's a will there's always a way. or that's what they say. What if the wills not your own? Can it carry on your soul? I pray it does just for one more night. I cry that it restores your might. Because to me, people have lost their sight. Which is most important? Your will and your way or Those who are about to be slain from the pain caused by the rain of tears in their heart. They are torn apart. Fix them.
