My first ramble (Helder & Co.)...

The time and place of all is never what we think.
We look to space.
We take the water.
We destroy the human race.

At times, I too think, things are not as they were told.
I listen to the sound of the news in the back.
I try to not take it all in.
Not to cry.

Why is it that a kid can be killed and there's no crime?
The death of people in certain circumstances crush my spirit and make me want to die.

Why are we all here, if not to save those who die...
I believe, 
because that is what I tell myself to do.
Is this what life is supposed to be like?

Is faith what we have coming...to those who choose to hurt you?
Some walk with faith, some choose another path, still they die, and flowers are left to pass.
Others are never found, or found too late, do you listen to the voices that their crying makes?
I think you do, but there's so much to get done, only superheroes could be the one.

Is that why we make up stories?
To pretend that we can?

To combat... the heartache...

Tomorrow is another day, you never know what might come.
The truth might be uncovered.
Or another reason to die.
Or the truth might be revealed as we look to the sky.
...Could it be...I just can't take it?
Is it that I am weak?

I smile at love...it brings me back.
If only there was more of it...
If only they'd come back.