i heard the people's cries. every glance, tore me apart. how desperate are you, to go out to reach out, for the lost souls. see their sore hands, reaching out towrds you. how really desperate are you. look, their hearts are crying. they are waiting for you. are you willing?
keeping the good stuff, the blessings, the love, the care, the smile, the everlasting life, all to yourself? well, your just plain selfish.
