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Why do you see this,
When you are blind?
Why do you feel this,
When you aren't close to it?
How do you manage,
Going on with life?
Why are you so strong,
When you've never lived?
What makes you so much better,
Than the rest of us?
What makes you understand the concepts,
People take a lifetime to learn?
And all you do,
Is never even try.
Why do you love,
When you can't feel?
How do you see the colors,
While others see black and white?
What makes you so much better?
Did someone smile upon you,
Then frown on everyone else?
Will you lead me to understand,
When others say it's forbidden?
Why can't you see the simple things,
Right in front of you?
Is your life too deep,
For the commoners to understand?
If this is true,
Then lead me not to see
To feel, to manage, or be strong.
Don't give me lessons to be better,
Or to understand.
And if you feel you still can't teach me,
The concepts you've learned,
Then I will never learn to love,
To see colors, or be smiled upon.
If you don't lead me to understand,
Then you give into other's will,
And soon will be like everyone else.
I don't think your life is too deep for me,
Because you aren't anyone better than I,
You just pretend you are.
But soon will see the thing right in front of you?
Me,
Yes, me, the one lesson you didn't learn,
But of course I did.
Not from your will,
But from your mistakes
The lesson is that by being strong,
By not giving into others,
Is the true way to be smiled upon.
So I ask of you,
Why have you fallen?
by
Sarah
