it matters not
who stand in judgement
who may possess the
highest powers of righteousness
turn away from the
jeweled grail that dazzles

for it will not charm deteriorated flesh
beneath the soil

go stand among
the field grasses
at the edge tracks
of the mountain
the guide that awaits
is free of covert motivations

He passed in double yellow
Like he was heading to a fire
Really nothing to you
Yet it provoked your righteous ire

Would it make a difference
If you felt the fiery flames
Watched a simple man's dreams
Consumed in a flippant blaze

Would it make a difference
If you saw his baby trapped inside
Or counted the tormentous days
'til his agony would subside

That waitress was a little rude
Like she wasn't really there
She just found her husband cheating
And she's aware that no one cares

Her heart is shattered inside
But she tries to paint on a smile
The darkness is overcoming
Her future bleak and vile

Could it make a difference
To someone lonely, hurt, and lost
If we measured our words and actions
And we stopped to count the cost