The more I ask for understanding the more I understand how corrupt this world is. I cry because how cold and unloving we teach each other to be.It hurts me to my soul The more I ask for Truth the more I know. I feel like I was born in a world were no one believes in there Own Soul. I cannot close my eyes to the wicked nor my heart. I walk around seeing all this darkness like a veil has lifted from my eyes, How can I pass my days by having this knowledge of were we walk here Will take us after we Live our lives & still I cry. The days continue to pass me by &I struggle not to turn my Heart just as Dark & still I cry for reason Why , only a Soul Would Know....