I can do nothing for them
The worn and weary
People that fall at my feet
And beg for relief from their
Burdens
And beg for sleep
Not I.

I can do nothing for them
The uninspired and dispassionate
People that stand all around me
And grapple for a
Soul
And see with nothing but their eyes
Not I

I can do nothing for them
The weak and gullible
People that follow anyone at all
And don’t know how to use their own
Mind
And never make a choice for themselves
Not I

I can do nothing for them
The poor and desolate
People that lay in the shadows
And no longer remember the meaning of
Hope
And idly wait for a self-lighting candle
Not I

I can do nothing for them
The blind and ignorant
People that stumble behind me
And shut their own eyes to true
Freedom
And stroke their own egos in solitude
Not I

I can do nothing for them
The heartless and uncaring
People who turn away in coldness
And try to hide their
Tears
And think that life is full without love
Not I

And I, I cannot help them
Because I am not one of them.