I did not know who to turn to in my childhood, and it seemed like a life of despair, nobody knew how to help him because nobody could be there.
How can anybody be in the mind of a child, who is tormented, and has to carry this torment for so long on some long road.
I just think on all the torment that has gone on in everyones mind here, and think also of the fight that was not our fight.
I think about this hurt on a Global scale and how it affects the very society we live in.
I just ask you all to have some thought to everyone who is hurting in this world, and believe it is a world that somehow we can all be proud to live in.
Just for once,
Whoever stole the Sun, put it back and we'll drop all the charges!