Sometimes I just step back,
Look at the lives of those around me.
I see the boy crying on the street;
His mother died in a crash now he’s in foster care, trying to keep the system from crushing his fragile soul.
I see the man on the cold, concrete steps, head in hands;
His wife suffers depression, she’s having a bad night and he doesn’t know if he can handle it.
I see the mother clinging to her baby girl;
She had three miscarriages that she blames on past sins.
I see the young woman hailing a taxi;
She’s afraid to be close to anyone for fear of her heart being broken again.
I see the teenage boy trying to hold his head high;
His mother committed suicide and his dad’s a drunk, he’s afraid he’ll end up like them.
Then I look in the mirror and I see nothing…
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Sometimes I just step back,
Look at the lives of those around me.
I see the boy crying on the street;
His mother died in a crash now he’s in foster care, trying to keep the system from crushing his fragile soul.
I see the man on the cold, concrete steps, head in hands;
His wife suffers depression, she’s having a bad night and he doesn’t know if he can handle it.
I see the mother clinging to her baby girl;
She had three miscarriages that she blames on past sins.
I see the young woman hailing a taxi;
She’s afraid to be close to anyone for fear of her heart being broken again.
I see the teenage boy trying to hold his head high;
His mother committed suicide and his dad’s a drunk, he’s afraid he’ll end up like them.
Then I look in the mirror and I see nothing…
