although the walls are beautifully painted
they scream of bloody murder
people don't come here to live
they come here to die
and they don't even know it
because it's a grand illusion.
i wish i could tell them, help them, save them
but i can't
i can't tell them that the medicine they are being given is killing them
or that i know of something better
as the bald father and son roll by on the wheelchair
my heart sinks
because i care
too much.
rolling to their destiny and fate
it's much too late
the father's eyes meet mine
chills run up my spine
i feel sympathy & gratitude all at once
suddenly the triviality of all my problems is shown to me
i'm humbled
the look of terror on the bald father's face
he shaved his head so that his chemo kid wouldn't feel alone
his helpless bald son so frail and pale sitting in his lap
maybe for the last time
they scream of bloody murder
people don't come here to live
they come here to die
and they don't even know it
because it's a grand illusion.
i wish i could tell them, help them, save them
but i can't
i can't tell them that the medicine they are being given is killing them
or that i know of something better
as the bald father and son roll by on the wheelchair
my heart sinks
because i care
too much.
rolling to their destiny and fate
it's much too late
the father's eyes meet mine
chills run up my spine
i feel sympathy & gratitude all at once
suddenly the triviality of all my problems is shown to me
i'm humbled
the look of terror on the bald father's face
he shaved his head so that his chemo kid wouldn't feel alone
his helpless bald son so frail and pale sitting in his lap
maybe for the last time