I can't fix all the problems in the world, I know,
So how do I choose which ones to address?
To truly help them, I must let go
of my own selfish happiness
Instead, I will strive to mend what is broken,
Though broken is what I may be
Simply living is indeed a heavy token
A token of which I admit, I wish I was free
So how do I choose who to throw a lifeline to?
Each lifeline takes a piece of me, it's true
And I'm not sure how many pieces I have left
But in bringing others joy,
One must often sacrifice their own happiness
I can't save every starfish,
but in saving a few I must watch the rest die
As I selfishly choose which ones to let live and let lie
I see my friends hurting, and I want to be there, but I can't heal every person I meet in need of my help. I'm afraid that someday the weight of all their burdens will crush me, once and for all, but until that time, I'll guess I'll keep trudging onward, cracks, broken pieces and all, until the day I just can't move any farther.