Do you hear the voices of the thoughts you think?
Can you see the consequences of the words you speak?
Can you taste the salt of my tears as you pour them into my wounds?
Do you listen to the cries of the child you brought to this world?
Hope springs forth in the feel of a dying heart
as she searches for greenery scenery
Vessels intertwine in the mind of a dying child
looking for love in the arms of a callous mother
Do you feel the sting in my heart as your palm meets my cheek?
Can you see my eyes try to hide the pain of what your hand tries to seek?
Can you smell the fear of your lost little girl left all alone?
Do you feel the guilt rush through my veins as your truths hit my soul?
Faith falls short of the lines that have been crossed
as she stumbles on disconcerting words
Trust wears thin between the meek and the coarse
pushing away the love of a daughter's heart
