A Portrait of Pain
A Portrait of Pain
Shivering and cold, shoes ripped at the toe
Looking for answers, but finding none
Looking for a meal, even just one
Hearts are heavy, but there’s no scorn
Children crying, cause they’re left alone
Their parents are gone, to somewhere unknown
These walls are a prison, to many unseen
Wheelchairs slowly moving, eyes start to close
Their family visits, they don’t even know
Wheeling their chair by, not making a sound
Don’t want to be heard, or to be seen
If nobody notices, they could be just a normal teen
It seems that their loss is our gain
We see the pictures, the stories get read
But at the end of the day, these people are still dead
We promise love and equality, saying we care
Then why are people still hungry and dying
Why are orphan children still sick and crying
Make them feel loved, show they’re not alone
Why do we outcast the different so quickly
Why do we judge so many as “strange” or “sickly”
For at least they don’t have to pretend to care
If they smile for a second, it makes us wonder why
When look at us, so rich and loved, who so quickly cry
Nailed to the cross on that dark, long ago day
Yet still we pretend the pain isn’t real
Maybe it isn’t to them, when it’s all they ever feel…