Innocence should not have to suffer
pay the price for no one sinned
The guilt belongs to those of us
unscathed by fate’s harsh blows
To watch with impotence
the agony of the stricken
The price we pay
to keep on living


I bleed from each slice,
each lash against your skin.
I am swollen and bruised,
from the blows to your heart.
Enough, please,
let me lead you across.
You’ve fought long and hard,
and you’re not giving up.
Please, let me show you,
there is another way.