ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

I am a sceptic or am I not.

I am a sceptic,

With the fad & the false,

Encircling your being,

With the fool & the forlorn,

Preaching your name.

With the signs of the signs,

Of the world burning 

With it's created fire,

With the agony & suffering,

Of people, you made.

So, If not to prove me wrong,

Then to just proving other's belief right,

Tend, Mend

The scars,

Of every other child,

Of every other woman,

Of every other man,

Wounded by others like them,

Like your own body 

Hurting itself.

And that would be enough,

To make me a believer,

Not that you care much,

But do for the people who believe,

Do it for the part in me,

Which wants to believe,

Even with all the facade and affliction.