A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree

Potential

It's disturbing, all the dead bodies on the ground.

It's called war.

Doesn't make it any less awful. How can they just slaughter themselves and be ok with it.

They believe what they are doing is right. To watch them is to watch two stray mutts fight over the last bit of food. It's pathetic.

Can't we help them. I mean they need guidance. They need someone to tell them the difference from good and bad.

We can't guide them, you know they must make their own path. They must fail and fall then get back up again. They must find a way to overcome and find a way through the pain.

What if they don't get back back up. What if they succumb to the pain and just fold ?

Then we watch them rot, and watch the next person take their place.

War is so cruel. To them you're nothin but another body. Another pawn to be used.

But even pawns can become queens. You need just survive long enough.

You ask to much of them.

I don't ask enough. I simply ask they survive. Not for victory in battle, they may even succumb to death. As long as they fight for what they believe in, they will survive.

Why must you put such pressure on them. They are but children who know not what they are capable of.

They will live and spread, I know it to be so, and when they do they will bring great joy and great pain.

You trust to easy.

You ask to much.

Now we will see our children grow.

Oh how beautiful they'll become, and what purpose they will bring to others.

Only time will tell, and that is not our job.