Did you hear their silent whispers?
Of broken cries and moans?
Dead behind the eyes as they walk,
Of all the sadness you have sown,
Leaving them to question the reason,
Your heart is full of villainous treason.

Did you look away as they bled?
From another youthful blade?
Forever questioning the reason why,
The hellish world that you have made,
As the streets turn a crimson red,
‘50,000 more nurses’ is what you said.

Did you taste their scared skin?
As they wept over fresh war wounds?
Children killing themselves for freedom,
Just wanting to write life saving tunes,
But you look at their skin choosing to hate,
Is that what you’re to be remembered for, mate?

Did you touch my screeching wail?
From the sorrow I have regained?
Searching for relief from this solemn pain,
As my selfish loneliness is now reframed,
Now lying on my deathbed I wonder,
How long until I’m called from down under.

Some people touch you
Set your skin on fire
Body up in some invisible flames
It's common to touch your surface
Reaching your soul takes specific aim

If someone sticks out and waves their hand
During your coldest longest hour
They deserve to feel warmest
You have the power

It does not happen often
Matter of fact it is quite rare
Go and put yourself out
When it's their turn they're not there

Who is beside you in celebration
And ALSO in your greif?
Should be thankful if just one person
Has your back
In you shows belief