He Choose To Grow Weak

Please make me understand Why we do the things we do If you are cheerful, you feel good If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22) How can we help you? If we didn’t know how you feel You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside Somewhere you hide, and you cried, Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place? Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace. Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn When the Wind becomes strong Why did you come in from that dark lonely place? Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak. Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now” “I can do it all by myself. So he murdered Innocent little kids…