Life is brutal. Yeah. Life is tough, rugged, painful, scary, mysterious corrupt. Life is not easy. But why should it be? Why should you have things handed to you on a silver plate? In times of pain and strife, I will not say that all is great. Because let me tell you sunshine, life's not all loving peace. Because when dear things get ripped away, all you feel is grief. But when the man behind the desk has told you all is well. You crawl back with a heavy head into your darkened shell. If you are only young, nothing bad will ever happen. The worst thing in your life is when David Jones released the crack. But no one in that world saw you reaching Frankl Jack, praying for the time when she says she loves you back. No one in that world stopped you cutting Nanny's garden. Mixing three grey colours, always saying beg your pardon. No one seemed to mind the acid, here lying down your face. No one saw the sharp quick blow that knocked you down from grace. No one saw the time you came out from your prison cell. You'll kick back with your demons past dragging you to hell. Down there all is darkness apart from a glowing hope. A single piece of light and love, helping you to cope. The rise was not damn easy for the demons held you back. But you took that leap of faith across that horrific blackened gap. You took that chance for you even though the gap was greater. Not for a Lord, God, Father, and not for a great creator. Why you ask, well, it's really not that hard to fathom. Your friends were there, extended arms, just begging you to grab them.