(By: Alex)
How?
How can this be?
We, us, I.
Live in a world of infamy?
For me more empathy or more sorrow strenghening hate and dreadfullness.

How?
How do I cope?
How can I cope with this misery and sorrow I had so abruptly put upon me.
I feel like there is no end.
No end to this constant pain the world has so dreadfully put upon us.
Must we live in a world filled with hate and sadness.
So like I said, is there no end?

But yet we try.
Try so hard and dearly to end this madness that was cursed upon us in this time of sorrow.
Yet I ask again how do I, we cope with this?

How?

(By: Bex)
How?
How he asks me,
Do we make the pain end?
So I look him in the eyes,
And I say, "Love,
Love my dear,
will conquer all doubt,
all fear, and all pain"
For every woman knows,
Behind a man who can only stay strong
for so long...
There is a woman who will rise above
when he calls on her.
Love is to never give up,
because "how" is a word,
that say's "I probably can't,
it's Impossible"
But we, my dear
are indeed possible!