The Weak Are Cruel. The Strong Have

Sometimes Words Drew Blood, They Cut Your Tongue, They Made You Know Things You Couldn't Unknow.

But What We Are Given Is Taken As Well, So That We Know God's Glory Comes To Us From His Will Alone.

We Stood And Watched As God Abandoned Us, And Then We Did The Best We Could.

After A While, The Characters I'm Writing Begin To Feel Real To Me. That's When I Know I'm Heading In The Right Direction

My Sorrow Is I Used To Read All The Time And Now, As A Writer, I Don't Have The Time To Read.