Sometime I bow my head and drown in the pain that I've cause to a young soul. The soul poured out on me and I stepped aside and let it hit the ground. The container that was in my hands carried the soul. I lost my grip. I sorrow for it... but I let it go on purpose so that someone else can pick it up... not me... I was not the destined keeper of the soul... so I dropped the container containing the soul and let it spill.
