The blowing wind, in a howling sound, speaking with force of unknown source, the heavens show their glory, as the thunder strikes, the blackness greets me, I see not my front or my surroundings, hyenas laugh in the distance, bugs live up to their name and nag, the sting of loneliness, yet the afraid ,as I am, run, as i beg for mercy, calling to HIM who rescues....
whatever has to be done its always your choice