Searching for change, a new way to think.
Must I wait to reach out ‘til they teeter on the brink?
To pick up the check, and open the door
Who am I helping, who is it all for?

To listen, but not act. To understand and to hear.
But never make a move that might interfere.
In my heart I am certain some would feel blessed
For a kind act of friendship, a chance for some rest.

I constantly work for those made of greed
Ruthless and clever who laugh as you bleed?
Some heartlessly turn their backs with disdain
On someone so easy to call back again

Others are proud, defiant and angry
They will bite any hand, they would rather be hungry
Do I abandon my way, constantly changing my course
Flailing about, to make everything worse

Is it possible to change, can a giving heart be restrained
Should I wait here for a knock, before trying again?
No confusion and pain touch a life in isolation
Yet was that ever the reason for our miraculous creation?

What I gave of myself was never my truth
The smile on my face just a habit on cue
Only true need can be answered among all of life’s chaos
Which wants planting the seed for another to harvest

Somehow to care without the desire
to come to the rescue, or make burdens lighter
There is another voice to hear if I am quiet and still
Who weaves a design for each friend far beyond my own skill

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