you ignore what you see
only notice when there is blood
stop the wind at high sea
and end up in a flood

are you unable to perceive our pain?
a growth mindset and you might meet
the heartache that's left a stain
on us and on everything

is it wrong to want
is it right to let it be?
will we come back to haunt
if we are not set free?

should we believe
that we can grow loose?
leave on Christmas eve
and wave our flag of truce?

if an angel should come
and grant our wish
what will keep us from
spilling our empty dish?

we've hear of choice
sought after it too
in a singing voice
desired it too

can you hear us calling
will you catch us if you do?
you might be recalling
what you made us go through

you ignore what you see
only notice when there is blood
sealed tight is what will be
a never to bloom flower bud