How many times must we cry?
Cry as the hopes and desires of the future seem
Once more crushed by the weight of the world as it is
How many times must we scream?
Scream as those waves of anguish seethe
Once more from the eye of the storm of a life so desperate to breathe
How many times must we die?
Die those sad little deaths of dulled disappointment
Once more pressed to the end where reason remains, clinging
On a knife edge
While all are turned to the east as dawn breaks for the one
The other teeters – unseen, unheard, undone