When was the first to care to suddenly to let go? 
I don’t see their everyday beings, but I feel if I try hard enough, I could help them see purpose, 
I was the first to care before my light shined go. 
For only the persons say it’s not worth it, though it is, and I want to help them see. 
You don’t see the same thing as me, but if we could see the same thing, we would have something so different that it is the worth of purpose indeed. 
I witness the everyday of the not care in their not so soaring eyes. 
And what I'm supposed to say? 
My words do what they do, and what do you say? 
Nothing I suppose? 
I see that shrug you give me, and it’s the same one I get, 
Everytime. 
Be careful for what you don’t want, though careful not for what you aim. 
 Someday it will make sense to you, however, not to hurt, only if. 
From what I see is not the sight I intend and fields of that spawn every day,  
And why do I care? 
It’s true to be, if there’s one, there’s more and you can’t say you don’t see them. 
I have to see them, and that’s the kind of world I live in, for now. 
So careful not they seem rights now and every second I spend from down, I get what was rightfully deserved. 
So careful for not caring, though so careful not with the risks you take. 
You want something, you have to get it, and I can’t always be there to guide your life. 
My friend, so careful, I see no eyes, and when the times up, what can I say? 
I tried?