The storms will break, the fire will rage. As human luck strikes and tragedies descend what can we do but look.

Your mother is on her sick bed counting her seconds of live there is no medicine to treat her what can you do but look.

Your son is being framed by people way powerful you what can you do but look.

Your mother is being abused by your father what can you do but look.

Your father is being beaten up by gang members what can we do but look.