More than the beholder

I can hear their souls cry at night, before they fall asleep…
I see their hands reach for promises that are made to keep…
Sometimes I hear them pray: “If you’d just meet me halfway…”
But the other half of their way is going nowhere,
Teaching the self-seeker to share,
Helping the tough heartened to care,
Showing the anxious minded to dare,
But leaving them hopelessly unaware…

We all go one step at a time,
All else is beyond reason or rhyme,
We all go as fast as we can,
Growing our story of mice and men…

Can you hear the children of this world, now troublesome by default,
Their weeping penetrates, in a dazzling assault,
your thoughts, where the light once was present for life,
Before we turned our challenges into strife…
I should help, I should try,
I should be more than the beholder’s eye,
I should not deny,
Precious moments that have gone by…

We all go one step at a time,
All else is beyond reason or rhyme,
We all go as fast as we can,
Growing our story of mice and men…

But if they reach for me, if they call for me, will I be there?
Can I be, all that I want to be, or is it just too much to bear?

I can hear their souls cry at night, before they fall asleep…
I see their hands reach for promises that are made to keep…



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