He killed them with they love,they love to each other. That's the way it is every day.That's the way it is all over the world.
Tell me what you want me to do John.
On the day of my judgment,when I stand before God and he asks me why did I...did I kill one of his true...miracles, what am I going to say? That it was my job? It's my job...
You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done.I know you're hurting and worrying.I can feel it on you.But you ought to quit on it now.I want it to be over and done with.I do.
I'm tired,boss.
Tired of being on the road,lonely as a sparrow in the rain.
I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to,coming from or why.
Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other.
I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.There is too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?
Yes,John,I think I can.
