It’s seems so easy to look away
As she withers in poverty
While we gluten in excess
Killing her family members one by one
They starve they drown, freeze and burn
Never knowing from day to day if they will survive
Mothers struggle to feed their babies
While we debate why it’s happening
She gave us life intended for us to use it for good
She gave us nature intended for us to keep it safe
She gave us hope in the hopes we would pass it to others
We’ve destroyed the gifts that were given to us
Ethereal in her wisdom stern in her warnings
She’s coddled us for too long and made us passive
A mother who’s turned her back on us left us to fend for ourselves
As we call out for her arms to hold us, are we too late?
We’ve been so selfish exploiting her, using her and asking for more
We’ve defiled her with waste, injured her body and left her for dead
Abused her in ways no mother should endure and then asked why?
So now the question is not why it’s how, how can we make this up to her?
How can we reverse the horrid deeds we’ve done
How can we take back all the damage we’ve caused?
How can we make a better place for those who come after us?
And how can justice be served to those who have caused such heartache
How and what will you do?
Are you participating in the Day of Silence?
It isn’t that we can’t have what we want, it’s that we don’t know what we want.
I see things the way others do not, that in and of itself is why I feel things others cannot.
We still remember those that hurt us like it was just yesterday, the pain of someone violating your trust is irreparable damage. It’s hard to take into consideration how they feel or what they feel at the time they are committing the lies. While we try to forgive, do we truly ever forget?
Maybe I’m not as strong as I once thought I was
Maybe I just have no other choice
It’s times like these when I want to shout, it’s so unfair!
Then I remember who’d be there to listen, who’d hear?
Sometimes the helpless hold on for a last ditch effort
To grasp on to what they think is the only thing keeping them going
I’m fighting for that last inch to tell me I still have a chance
And I’m slipping with every reach and every breath
So much of my days are filled with confusion and doubt
My anger tends to fill and control my every move
Constantly questioning, seething with curiosity
Something is off, doesn’t feel right, isn’t right, is it?
I am trapped inside a mind that is constantly spinning
I can’t say the truth what would it do, who would it help
This is how it goes, Groundhog Day replayed over and over again
I am the definition of crazy, never knowing how to let go
Holding on to ghosts, things of the past that still haunt me
I’m broken and bruised by my own doing, my own free will
This is my sin this is my hell, a life with regret, a life never fulfilled
This is my life and I feel trapped.