Hurting People - Poem by joses tirtabudi
Far away, in a fairytale land,
Underneath an unforgiving sky,
Amidst the wastes of the wilderness lie:
The people of our cities and towns.
Tears fall from their eyes,
As they scream out, "Why? "
Wasted out by life's tough course,
Their eyes glisten red.
They are like walking dead.
Deep inside is filled with scars,
The longing of a lonely heart,
The feeling of being torn apart,
The desire to belong somehow:
When all they feel is pain,
But they still have no gain.
Crying and hurting people-
They fill our streets.
If we would but lift our eyes to see.
They sit beside us in the pews,
They live behind their masquerade.
Stuck inside an eternal wait.
At night they cry themselves to sleep,
Wishing for someone who really cares,
Someone they don't have to beware.
Crying, hurting people, don't pass by!
Please take the time to see how they are-
Put your arm around them, tell them you care.
Show them by your actions,
That you mean what you say,
That you care about them night and day.
Even if you can't see it,
We are all hurting inside:
Torn apart by the falsities and the lies.
All it takes is someone who cares,
To change the world of someone
Who thinks it's all said and done.
Crying, hurting people,
Everyone could use a little love-
The kind that comes from above,
When nothing is expected in return
Just something to help them along.
Something to free them from a heartbreak song.
For all us crying, hurting people,
Please stop, and take time,
Keep us always in your mind.
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