What keeps you sane?
What motivates you?
What makes you happy?
What gives you satisfaction?
Is all that enough?
What are your deepest fears?
Its been bad
Its been scary.
What makes you sleep well at night?
Do you still have a conscience?
Why would you take and not give?
What makes you feel you are far
From the vicissitudes of life?
Why do you not care in the face of pain,misery and loss?
And yet here we are;
Seeing, we see not
Hearing ,we choose not to
Hearts shuttered, never caring;
Having a mind of their own.
It was me yesterday,
Whose turn will it be tomorrow?
Emptying the well of tears,
My job it has been all day
This dry parched land still doesn’t
And hasn’t dried up this well of tears.
Mopping the ground of blood
Their jobs it has been all day
Yet seems unnoticed since there’s a leak and blood keeps spilling
For the wicked and the innocent
The ground is uneven with ugly shadows that lie beneath
I would go on
But I lack the courage to
I am weak
So I look to you to support me
Will you let down your guard and your inhibitions just to support me?
If you would
May He who still keeps me keep you
May the blessings of the grateful never leave you
Give me the support I need
So I can stand taller