I look at the desolate world around me. The voice in the back of my head whispers to me. "You are alone. No one hears your plea, nor do they care." My eyes shift from one side of the hazy earth to the other. The voice is right. I see no one. I decide that if I walk, I might find a compassionate soul who might care for me. Again I hear the voice in the back of my head. "There is no use. You will be alone." I listen to the voice. The haze grows thicker. The air is moist; the atmosphere grows heavy. I can no longer see the earth. I sit down and weep, for I am alone. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I try to hide my face, but you turn my head, and wipe away my tears. Your smile shatters the haze,and the fog clears. The air dries and the atmosphere is no longer closing in around me. Your arms replace the atmosphere as they lock me in an embrace. The voice screams in the back of my head, but I don't hear it. I hear you reassure me. "I am here," you say, "and you are not alone. I hear your plea and I have come to lift the burden. Dry your tears and walk with me, for the desolation was only in your mind." I look around with hope. Just as you have said, I no longer see a desolate world. My eyes take in the vibrancy of the earth. Then my gaze travels to you. I am transfixed. The vibrancy of the world is lost to me, for your radiance leaves the earth in shame. I am with you, and you with me. I no longer weep, for I am joyous. My tears are replaced with laughter; a song which can not be silenced.