08-16-2006, 06:39 AM
Alone.
Alone and fearfull.
It is my way.
Fear for myself,
and fear of the world.
Fear for the world,
and of myself.
Helpless.
At the mercy of those,
who do not know that I am even here.
I pray they are inspired.
But I can not be sure.
Sometimes a rumour of treatment.
Sometimes a threat of cure.
I hope that they are honest.
I hope that they are pure.
I even hope that they are wise.
Most of all,I hope there is a god. A god, to supervise.
For who shall watch the watchers ?
And who shall guard the rain ?
Who shall decide that which must change ,
and what needs stay the same ?
Alone and fearfull.
It is my way.
Fear for myself,
and fear of the world.
Fear for the world,
and of myself.
Helpless.
At the mercy of those,
who do not know that I am even here.
I pray they are inspired.
But I can not be sure.
Sometimes a rumour of treatment.
Sometimes a threat of cure.
I hope that they are honest.
I hope that they are pure.
I even hope that they are wise.
Most of all,I hope there is a god. A god, to supervise.
For who shall watch the watchers ?
And who shall guard the rain ?
Who shall decide that which must change ,
and what needs stay the same ?