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Failure
Why am I consumed with this futile quest?
Everyone knows that it is not for the best
You cannot save those that do not want to be saved
But my desire to make a difference keeps me enslaved
I know of many, all with their separate woes and afflictions
For each of them I have numerous ominous predictions
Yet there is nothing that I can do, for various reasons
Their chance of living lessens with the passing seasons
If only I was a better person, if only I was a better friend
Maybe then so many of their lives wouldn't be close to end
My life as well; its existance is suspended by a thread
If any of them die then I shall take a rest in my death bed
I have no control; this fact I must learn to accept
No more than a puddle shall be the tears I have wept
The only thing I can do is stand idly by
And when the time comes I can only say good-bye...
