Witness
Witness My friend walks a dark path She didn’t take it by choice It’s a forced march I walk along side her Not close but near. My way is full of sunshine and rainbows She cries a lot and sometimes can’t move on She wants to lie down and give up but she knows she can’t do that I can see her over there I see her pain But my own path, you know, the sun gets in my eyes I can’t see all the terrible things on her oddessy I can’t know what terrors or demons she is battling She cries out to me now and then and tries to explain I see her struggle wanting to go back from where she came I try to listen but she knows I can’t really understand Sometimes there are little glimpses of sunshine They are fleeting and far between She stops to enjoy them a bit But then remembers She has to start all over again She spends a lot of time wondering how or why she ended up on this path She watches and is envious of others of their bright smiles and hope filled journeys. She use to walk along with us before her