I do not write,
to represent the deceased,
That is not my purpose.
That is not why I speak.
Like people say,
\'I too want peace\'.
Still, there comes a time,
when one must leave -
when the fight goes on,
way beyond their beliefs.
There comes a time,
when one must say,
\'This is no longer my fight.
This is not the way\'.
As you rethink your priorities,
you wonder, \'When did the fight start to change\'.
Was it when,
more people,
were being killed at night,
or between the bloody riots,
that lasted all day?
Was it when,
people started,
looking for fights?
I ask because this is much bigger race.
So I ask the Lord to intervene,
In a country that is so full of hate,
and I walk away.
I know when to say when -
when the fight is to big for any man,
in a country where peace is misplace.