The problem with the world today,
Is the hardening of our hearts,
We think it’s easier to guard ourselves,
From reminders of being ripped apart,
The problem with building these walls,
Is though we no longer feel pain,
We can’t only choose that one bad feeling,
To just toss out in the rain,
Our happiness, peace and love for others,
Disappears too and leaves us numb,
So when suffering souls reach out for help,
It’s easy to turn and run,
But I knew of a girl who was brutally broken,
But chose not to toughen her skin,
She was able to be a beacon of hope,
Since she had been where others had been ,
If we want to heal the broken souls,
We must look at our pain as a gift,
If we choose to smile, love and listen,
Others might soon have some hope to live.