They were like two poor little leaves in a storm which bore death and annihilation not only to the heads of individuals, but to whole towns and entire tribes. What hand could snatch it and save two small, defenseless children?
Chirp of coward shouted in crowd,dare to speak but not to be known.
People who go to work every day, make sacrifices to raise families, and get through life without hurting other people if they can help it-those are the real heros.
Sometimes, I think we're afraid to admit we want certain things. Especially things that contradict the image we have of ourselves.