I see their eyes.
It's full of fear.
I'm breaking down tears.
They need my help,
They seem to be at their end.
I can't help but give them a hand to lend.
But my arm can't reach them.
I'm too weak,
I can't speak.
I can't stand.
I'm getting buried beneath thick sand.
This storm, it threatens my will.
But it just motivates me more
To keep climbing their hill.
No matter what strikes,
No matter how slick the path may be,
I will always seek what others need first.
Even if it means going the distance and getting myself hurt.
June 29, 2010
