Thousands cry in silence as the wind takes breath away. A lake of ruby red covers stone as the spark there did lay. Our eyes had bore, our ears had heard, yet our mouths dare not speak for the wind had stolen all our fire, leaving us frail and weak.

What is necessary is rarely easy or comfortable. It causes anger, depression, and most of all, fear. Pure and simple fear. Fear of what others may think. Fear of what will change. Fear of whether or not things will ever get better.