My truth

The pain and stress of the people we know in the inner city is beyond belief.

There are no words to make it better.

Only tears make sense.

That's all.

Someday

No matter from where we've come. . .

No matter our culture, background, ethnicity or status. . .

We share basic aspirations. . .common pains. . .similar fears. . .predictable defeats, no matter who we are. 

Not long ago I heard Ol' Possum, George Jones hammering away on his classic tune, "Someday My Day Will Come." 

As I listened, it struck me that the lyrics, not so much the melody or the style, but the message could be applied almost universally to us all. 

Listen and see if you agree.