But Wha' Cud I Do
Have you sometimes watched, stood by and were compelled to do nothing. I always jump to help when I can but those times that I can’t help, I feel like the ties that prevent me, are strangling the life out of me. I know that I am unable to give and wish that I was but I also know how important it is that I don’t. But when do we know to give in or give up. The fox, they say, when caught in a hunter’s trap, would chew its leg of first before being taken away.
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Bashed against the rocks with each wave Unable to reach her or even try to save There was no way I could have, I would have lost my life
too Was thinking of the kids so there was really nothing to
do How a beautiful day had gone wrong with just a little
slip And a future lost to waves fury because she never got a
grip Could hear the screams below me Undulations battering on her I could see Didn’t want to give up, I saw her last try I watched with a compelling tie Didn’t have a choice, I was our young kids only kin One last scream from her, the same. “Don’t come in!” |
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