Life just hits you in the face sometimes, you know?
You wake up in the morning, and WHAM!
G-d just had a message, waiting right there for you.
Only you don't want to hear it.
So you huddle under your covers, trying to drown out the sound of the thunder.
Close your eyes real tight, so as not to see the lightning.
But you can never hide completely.
The sound penetrates your covers.
The light flashes through your eyelids.
And you're left, gasping for breath, trying not to cry.
But cry you do.
You cry for what could have been,
and for what could be.
And you cry for what remains of what was once your proud, beautiful face.