Years ago I was home late at night, and I heard what I thought was a scream. It was winter, doors closed, TV on. I did something I had never done before or since. I grabbed a hunting rifle I had and went out side. I didn't know which way to go. I listened and there was no more sound. I would have gone if I just knew where. I stood outside for 5 minutes or so. I would have walked the streets but I was afraid of what would happen if the neighbors saw a man with a rifle walking around. I went inside, no even sure if it was a scream.
A man had killed his wife down the block, and I feel so bad I didn't know which way to go
We let her down. She deserved more from us.
Some day, when I see God, I'm going to ask him why he set it up the way he did. He makes it too hard for us.