When it is time, it is time. There should be a point in our lives we must keep going forward; or we will be swallowed whole. To live beyond the grave should be every man's dream. The world is available twenty-four-seven, lying in wait of all the blinded souls. Crouching down, so low it sees what you cannot see; but to remember there is something missing at that point, we may be saved. To truly leave would mean to truly see, and trust the eyes that has Mastered it all.
Forgiveness comes to those that are blessed to be freed. To help free the guilty of their hands, shows a building character. The lack of integrity lives in all that cannot let go; when you let go, a hold looses you never knew was lurking near. For one to another, we should all be together working for Good; as we each do our purposed parts.
The world hurts, it has needs it will never be healed from; for the world cannot leave it well behind. We can leave all behind, together. Build with us, build with those that are willing to build the mountaintop. The peculiar may be few; but they are always anew. Our faith cannot simply be placed in feet that can tire, knees that can buckle, hearts that can faint, and eyes that are blinded. Our trust cannot always be laid upon man.