Thought

I wish I could make others feel whats inside of me. What makes me lay restless at night is not the evils of our world but rather the disappointment and anguish for those good hearts that allow these evils to prevail. A good heart but an idle heart has no value. Who will stand beside me at our trial of judgment and look this evil in the face? Who will rise up strong, before the fire, smoke, brimstone and iron? Do I stand alone? Do I bleed in solitude?