we see it everyday
we all know someone like this
and we want to tell them what we see
but we don't
we keep it to ourselves
we think we can ignore it
that maybe they'll change someday
but the gnawing at your gut goes on
and every day it gets a little bit worse
we worry that we'll lose a friend
but when things get like this
and we stop speaking
then they're already slipping away
like standing on a cliff
with the surf pounding on the rocks below
you deliberate the mess you'll make
because there's no going back
once you've stepped off
gravity pulls on my conscience
to say something to them
to break the chains of silence
to stop the lies I have to tell each day
but why should I be the one?
don't they care at all?
can't they see what they do to us everyday?
i guess they can't
or they'd stop doing it
living in fear isn't living
living a lie isn't living
step off the cliff and embrace the wind
and for one brief shining moment
the law of gravity will break...
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