The hearts have hardened, like a rock that has no cracks, and no water or light enters into it, hard and dark at its core, and I swear by the raging seas and every bounty that exists in the heavens and earth, I can't fathom how they justify their own misery, they say it's better to be together with hardened hearts than to walk the path of love that's free, so I look to see where the good men have gone? Those that say good and do good, whose words and deeds flagrant the world with beauty not pollute it with evil...and the world cries, burning, diseased, lost, but who would care enough to see? -L.D.