You hear about
Who leaves his family for
An easy out
They never saw the signs
He never said a word
He couldn't take another day...
Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand
Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years
From my fantasy novel that I've set aside...
"How can you raeth be so cold?"
"Cold? You call us that simply because we do not coddle to the weak. And by doing so, we make them strong. When you give in to the weakness of your heart you only hinder your brothers. Whereas we raeth lift them up from the ground and force them to rise to greatness. Can an elf claim that?"
"At least an elf can claim compassion, love, and fellowship for his brother."
"You think I do not love my brother? I love him so much that I will not let him fail."