[tkdprincessxoxo]

the song is called Beautiful Ones by Poets Of The Fall... when i heard it it made me cry! becuase it completely describes the questions that i always ask myself and others..


Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.

The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.

And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the
last one, free, unhesitatingly.

And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home.

[vastcat]

That should answer it for you.

The sense of wonder can't last forever, the more wonder, the more you learn. As you get older there become fewer things that will give you that sense of awe and wonder. That is why even rich people aren't happy, the standard of what gives them awe and wonder is constantly rising and amazing things just don't seem amazing to them anymore.

That is what makes being an INFp awesome. We get our sense of awe and wonder from our own imagination and then get to experience it again when we reconnect with the real world. All it takes is a change of scenery and everything is new again.

[murderegina]

I guess the only comfort such questions can bring is..some don't recognize the beauty of gold. Some people can look at a diamond and call it a rock. But in being able to see such a precious stone and realize it deserves a name and sentiment.. is a double edged sword.
I hope..

[SenhorFrio]

i looked at that for like 5 minutes trying to come up with a reply that wasn't depressing...but in the end i didn't.
to anwser all those questions:because the world isn't a place where only good happens, things happen good and bad why because that how the world has always been.we can only do our part to make it better.

[roxy]

I don't know.

[sarek]

The life my beautiful wonderful gf has led up till now is almost a metaphor for the questions in this poem. I suppose the big why will never be answered, at least not in my lifetime.

I can only pray to be given the strength to ask other questions. Perhaps some with happy answers.

[MilkyLatte]

I guess envy could play a part. Or selfish greed, like someone's ideals being in the way of some multi billion-dollar business for some reason. People want easy solutions to everything and that forces corporations to form. And once many people unite as one, compassion drops. And a war between one man and some sort of organization or establishment is a lost war. For the man, that is.

Many beautiful souls have lived throughout the years and their carriers have died a natural death. It was only the provoking, beautiful souls that were hunted.. And many beautiful souls exist today; I'm sitting on an internet forum with a whole bunch of them!