Driven to know where By james a. galgano Dime store terrorist within whose broken dreams is derived. Such foolish thoughts driven us to our moment we never survived. There was no ideology to drive us beyond those blocked capitol gates. Only broken promises we never made, or which were torn from us by mistake We knew never would such violence ever give us a claim to fame or causality. Then when wounded body was driven close to heaven's gate we ever expect to see Something more than we ever thought we would give us purpose but calamity.