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It's such a shame
That so much of our pain
Is caused
by our own selves;
It's a hard, hard world –
So much stands between
you and me –
I try to give a whirl
To inner communication.
But
there's a density hiding our intensity
And in hurt retaliation
At not
being understood,
We say the fault must lie with the other.
Even a babe
can't tell its mother
What it dreams of while it's sleeping
And very
seldom even when it's weeping –
And the older we grow
The lesser we
know
Of another's heart –
How people part
In tears or in
rage
Because the human race
Is still of a tender age –
When I
speak to you
Or you cry aloud to me –
How little still is in
view
No matter how we try.
I love you so –
How can I let you
know?
And yet it's true
You hurt me and I hurt you, too.
I've heard a
wise man say –
"Be in another's shoes
Before you judge or
blame."
And yet another day
Sees another pain
Laid in your heart by
me
Or in mine by someone else.
I try so hard – I think you do,
too.
Then why and how often do we fail?
We keep our minds in
jail
Barred from sight in a starless night –
And yet when we wish,
how can we make the bars fall down?
Our footsteps fall apart, even on the
same ground
And God has made you you and another entity –
Why, I
moan in silent agony,
Why has this to be so?
And no answer do I hear
–
And yet – and yet – there must be a way
To speak of
where our hearts lay.
