our voice is not loud enough
and so our cries go unheard
we keep faith in the faithless
anger to sadness transferred
we do not get what we give
and parts of us turned off
continue to show patience
our wants get drug through the trough
we know before and after
the truth leaves us to ponder
not harm in the name of heal
absence makes the heart grow fonder
In what feels like forever
perhaps answers will be found
maybe they will resolve doubts
wouldn’t we all like that sound
May 2013