I MUST FIGHT ...
I MUST FIGHT ...
I have turned a blind eye to the deafening cries of my own wounded mind as it keeled. I saw with my eyes the darkening skies, but I didn't realize it was real. I can see the irony; our world taken from you and me by some other-worldly beings, without relent or mercy ... like white man has done 1000 times before. It would be easy for me to concede defeat and go quietly in the night. But the hope in me, and the uncertainty of it all makes me see I must fight. Can we do this? I don't know. Can we get through this? I don't know. Are you with me? I don't know. Are you living? I don't know. All that I know is I cannot be alone.