Everything taken emotionally, distance has broken things apart. Trying to clasp on some solitude, but willful acts of other's just keep dragging me down. Spending days trying to pick up the pieces of shattered feelings. Only making me more bitter, harsh and not knowing whom to trust.

A sudden burst of thunder jolts me and as the rain continues to fall I find myself struggling to hold back the tears. It's hard to confide when there is not many to talk to or even for me I don't even understand myself. How do I explain it all?

And during the mist of it all and even when the whole world has forgotten.

The song remembers when.

Michael has yet to face the reality of a man alone stripped bare of all his psychological defenses. One wonders if he has the emotional capacity to endure this process. Acting eccentrically or with pride and without forethought is his weakness. However he can and will courageously handle all the difficulties of life.

Confused thought and endless speech set our spirits to wandering away from the control of our wills. A "wild spirit" often leads people to walk according to the flesh. How hard it is for believers to restrain themselves from sinning when their spirit becomes unruly. An errant spirit invariably ends up with an error in conduct.

Before one can display a quiet mouth he must first possess a quiet spirit, for out of the abundance of the spirit does the mouth speak. We ought to carefully keep our spirits in stillness; even in time of intense confusion our inner being should nevertheless be able sustain an independent quietude. A placid spirit is essential to anyone walking after the spirit: without it he shall quickly fall into sin. If our spirit is hushed we can hear the voice of God, and understand what we cannot understand when confused. Such a quiet inner life constitutes the adornment which betokens something manifested outwardly.