Death of a Dream, Conception of Comfort
I must add one more thing.
I was not alone.
I know God was with me.
I couldn't feel him at that moment.
But I know he was there.
Just like I can't explain the loneliness felt, I can't dare to define the comfort known...
Known in some place deeper than my soul...
Known in some place untouched by any man...
That's where I knew... I know...
And I am not alone.