When no one speaks your Language
When no one hears your Voice
Loneliness is not a fleeting feeling
Desperation is not your choice.
And how we claw and scrape
Our withered or mangled forms
From out of the depths of sorrow
May draw the deepest scorn.
But, certainly, hold us to account
For our sins, undoubtedly, numerous
Whilst you proselytize for humanity
Whilst you sympathize and humor us.
Then, wander on your way again
Feel that pick-up in your step
I wonder what the words were, you heard,
Whilst your vantage point was kept.
Because, yet again, the darkness creeps
In from the ever-present periphery
To taunt us from the inside-out
Malevolent epiphanies.
Dream through your world and cascade rainbows
Through that kaleidoscope of sanity
Whilst frenetic hell scapes bleed out our eyes
And breed, yet, further enmity.
It's no one's fault such worlds collide
All a matter of mere perspective
But who should be held responsible
For the downfall of the collective.
Perhaps, it is "no one" again
All part of the Act
Draw the curtains to a close
Fade the Lights to black.
