A shiver runs down my spine, I need that manna of mine, that given with manna and quail, As i look for a scapegoat, i wail, life feels like a bad bet, that i made yet i did not. I wasn't aware, I wasn't even here, As i popped out i cried, should that answer it without all that science of unblocking the lungs? Is the world that bad...? that an innocent should cry when brought forth? I need that manna of mine, that which came without attachment of strings, or did it? they formed a covenant, right? Does that account for the 'free' services or for the 'fee' of the services? Is that what the world has become? a battlefield of some sort? Is that what ME stands for these days Must Endure? Bernice
whatever has to be done its always your choice