Torn Apart

Have we ever stopped to wonder
What if we were one another,
Hearing footsteps of their memories intruding on our minds?

Have we ever seen a look of pain
And really stopped to look again,
To notice what another feels escaping through their eyes?

Has the darkness seeping from their skin
Appalled us as we saw their sin
Yet we failed to recognize that we all do the same?

Has the wickedness throughout the earth
Parading unstopped, growing worse,
Disgusted us but redefined our shame?

Now pausing in our musty pride we must confess
That although duty calls we do not do what’s best,
And though our hearts arraign us most ungraciously
We see that what we’re fighting is duplicity.

So often we are spellbound by our world of woe
And cannot see what others near are going through,
Until we pause to listen to their broken heart.
Our world is not the only one that’s torn apart.