Who Would See?

Darkness, despair, doom and gloom.
To your left and right, day and night, you fight.
To the world you smile, but within you hide.
You stand in plain sight, yet daylight covers your pain.
Who would see? Who would hear?
Sight your tears and hear your cries.
The screams for help, that your words can’t tell.

Glam, glitter, grandeur and grace.
You show up as the world demands, ticking off tasks as the days pass.
In the day, you take the stage, and at night, the curtains fall.
Who would see? Who would hear?
Your trembling and fears, the groans of your soul breaking.
There’s beauty in you, yes you know, but cannot see;
Beyond the disappointments glazed over your dreams.
You have a voice, but cannot hear it;
Above the noises that scream ‘Give Up!’

One day you’ll wake, past your breaking point.
But you’ll stand again to take life’s stage;
Choosing that day to be your last.
You would bow, and the applause would rise.
Then they would see, and they would hear.
Grief and cries, but not your own;
Over your soul, broken to dust.

But about that day, I pray the world never sees.
So, I’ll rather today choose to hear you near.
I’ll be the one that heaven sends, sharing my light to pierce your dark.
I’ll wield my kindness to break your veil and open my arms to reach your soul.
Darkness and despair would disappear; then you would see, and you would hear.
Hope would shine bright through your pain;
Your dreams would wake, and you would live…again.