Thou can see our immobilized faces,
Thou can see our deadened eyes,
Pain silenced us, but thou can hear our cries,
And feel us suffer in thy unending mazes.
If memories could forgive and the wind could sing,
If angels could cry and fall could become spring,
If pain could be healed with a single touch of a hand,
If a heart could forget and glass could screen sand,
The world would finally be without thee.
Tell us, as thou has forsaken us and we got rid of thee,
What exactly is thy raison d’être in this day and age?