Have you ever stopped
to realize,
she really doesn't care about you?
Never once.
She doesn't treat you like you matter,
any more than the next guy.
You're just someone,
maybe even no one.
Have you ever stopped
to weep,
to lay everything down,
in a vast pool of tears?
The salty sin whose presence makes proud men cower in shame.
They bring us together, as one.
All of us, under the same fall of rain.
Have you ever stopped
to think,
who would care?
If you were gone, who would take the time to see?
The ways to go, they haunt you.
And none take their time to recognize,
though you think of death,
you may already be dead.
Have you ever stopped
to smell,
to breathe in the dawn of a new day,
and smell the beauty of the flowers?
Young child,
you aren't alone.
Together, we can smell.
We will smell the flowers and live.
Together.