how do you watch the lost stumble and fall
without reaching out your hand
knowing before they make a move
just where it all will end
it rips you apart when you see them bleed
if you have a heart to begin with
hearing their angry screams at life
they believe it’s just a stupid myth
they fall and hurt and rant and rave
life isn’t fair, don’t you see
you try and try to heal the scars
to answer their painful plea
but when they’re grown you can’t hold
their hand or even their heart
as they run blindly on their own
their life means growing apart
finding their way in their own way
dancing, falling, skipping and back
there’s nothing you can do now
except point them to the track
and show them how it’s long and winding
curving up and down, under and above
all you can really do is be there
listening, waiting and being love
This is so beautiful. It is a helpless feeling, wanting to protect your loved ones from pain and hurt but knowing you cannot. I especially loved the last line and the phrase “being love”. So much truth in those last two lines. Love it. Reowr!
thanks Cubby!! Meh! 😉
I’m so very touched by this. It is a helpless feeling.
thank you sweety, it is, but everyone today has been so kind and thoughtful, gives me hope! 🙂