When I see a baby crying, screaming her lungs out,
I see beyond the need beyond the want,
There is a lost soul who has boarded this ship of the damned.
And yet with a touch near the heart she is calmed.
When I hear a little girl screaming in the playground,
I see beyond the blood and the pain and the fear.
There is desperation inside, she is sobbing her heart out,
And yet with a smile and some comfort she is made safe.
When I see a woman lying in her own vomit,
I see beyond the alcohol and drugs and disappointment
There is an isolation within a crowd, and understanding of failure,
And yet all the paramedics in the world cannot bring her back to life.
And when I see an old woman coughing up blood because of lung cancer,
Yet she is still reaching for a cigarette and a drink,
I walk at night and stare into the face of the lonely moon.
Knowing that the saviour isn’t coming any time soon.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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- Published: May 14th, 2023 00:59
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Comments2
That last line is so very true David. Where was that so called saviour when my life die of dementia !!!
Andy
I am sorry to hear that.But you are right there is no saviour coming
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