Until I come to love the human race as once I thought I did... when I believe as they believed before there was a furnace that we burned away in... when they really did believe in the treasures that make us human; then maybe I will see the light, and see how it is that only our mistakes, mistakes that love can overcome, have made these murders so. I don't believe it, but maybe so, maybe someday I will see, as someone sees, this I believe, though it seems I will always be blind... ...but I wish you would wait for me there. Maybe you are wiser.
