When everything arounds us begins to crumble. And trying to stay humble causes us to stumble. When silent tears make streams and expose our fears. When good isn't good enough and being strong isn't tough enough. When giving up seems to be the only way. How can we on such journey when as young children we were taught to pray. But prayers seem unanswered. And the give up option feeds on us like cancer. Why? Why go on if we're no longer strong. Why sing the words if we don't remember the song. Why try so hard if we continue to fail. This journey we chose such a endless hell... No? So if life were meant to be easy we would all go straight to heaven? No? If life is an endless struggle we should be use to it now? No? We are perfect. Everyone wins. No losers. No failures. No upsets. No tears. And certainly no fears... The walls are crumbling down. I've stumbled but I'm not stuck on the ground. Guess who made themselves a swimmer and not so worried about being a winner. Give up? Quit. I can't stomache that thought. What good is quitting for the battles I've fought. Gods isn't delaying, so why stop praying. Yes, the end result shall be better than I ever dreamed. To be continued...