The tide comes in
       The tide goes out
The sun goes up
       The sun goes down
The moon will wax
       The moon will wane
The life will live
        The life will die
The sad girl will be sad
        The sad girl will stay sad

Some things are just constant

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
    For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

I had both a physically pain which I still have now.
As well as a mental pain and suffering her on the earth.
But the greatest pain is for those whom refuse God here.
Those whom all that they care about is greed, hatred, and materials.
My heart breaks for both their stupidity at being mislead.
For the next life is not going to be the life that they believe it to be.
But my heart breaks for those whom purposely rebel against him.
I know most people are trying with their hearts and minds.
To follow God or that they lost their faith some where along the path.
But to purposely know that Christ is real and reject him anyway.
Those are the ones that shall be suffer the most in the next life.