As I was processing some stuff here in Mexico, this song came out of it…
I walk down the street and they all stare
The depths of their chocolate tunneled gazes oozing despair
Why am I here?
How can I help them?
What will it take to reach them?
Then a voice says, “You can’t.”
It whispers, “You won’t.”
The tiny, filthy had grabs mine
Begging, pleading for attention, for time
Why am I here?
How can I help them?
What will it take to reach them?
Then a voice says, “You can’t.”
It whispers, “You won’t.”
I try to help them
I try to reach them
I try to love them
And nothing I do is enough
Then the voice says, “You can’t.”
It whispers, “You won’t.”
But the voice says, “I can.”
It whispers, “I will.”
“Be still.”
