My hands were tied behind my back,
as I watched the final heart attack.
How could I cry, or shout, or scream, or care,
When gagged I  was, all I could do was stare.
And stare I did with much chagrin,
With NOTHING to change the state I’m in.
And there they come to haul him away,
And I must plot to save the day.
My stupid hands, my stupid heart,
I hate this place, it falls apart.
I loose, I gain, I turn away,
I wonder if I will ever live to see the day,
When the fighting stops and the anger subsides,
The confusion bails, and the loneliness dies.
My hands were tied behind my back,
as I watched the final heart attack.
How could I shout, or scream, or care,
When they would never let me be there?

10-06-2006