They ask me why
I care so young
I shrug a lie
On silver tongue
Can’t waste my breath
On smaller trials
Can’t stop for death,
It makes me vile
If I can’t help you,
can’t make you see,
can’t give you hope,
what’s the point of me?
What am I here for?
Why let me be?
I’ve more to do here
Than hide or flee
There’s so much I’ve got
So much to give
If that’s all for naught,
why even live?
I’m here for a reason
So lend me an ear
It’s not just this season
It should be all year!
If I have two shirts,
why not pass one down?
If someone else hurts,
can’t I turn their frown?
Is this not my purpose?
Is this not my heart?
Go mend all those pieces;
don’t tear them apart.
If I’m here, I’m here for a reason. If I’m here and I’m happy and other people aren’t and that makes me sad, maybe that’s an indicator of what I’m here for. And if I’m here and I’m doing nothing, what’s the point of even existing?