THE LOOK
Have you seen the look
Upon someone's face
When they've fully given up?
Have you seen their eyes
When there is no more hope?
Have you felt their touch
When they, themselves,
Feel untouchable?
Have you heard their heartbeat
When the beats slow down
Till almost nothing?
What would you say to them?
Would you give them an 800
Number?
They won't call it
They don't want words spoken
At them
Would you pray with them?
Perhaps, if you knew who
They were
But they all have the same look
This life has taken everything
From them
And left them behind
And they know no other way
To stop the pain
No other way . . .
BUT you do
