How many times
have we looked the other way?
Let ourselves be blinded
never had anything to say?
How many times
have we acted as if it wasn't real?
We never really saw
the bruises or cuts
just beginning to heal?
How many times
have we convinced ourselves
it wasn't our place to see?
That there was someone else
who would hear there pleas.
How many nights
have we dreamt of their face?
Isn't is time we realized
it's time to look their way?
August 2,2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem