Incapable of moving,
Drowning from the belittling words,
Slowly dying away from a fading future.
We care, but can't do
We want, but can't get
We wish, but won't work
We fight, but fail.
It is no one's fault but our own,
For our own lack of progress,
Our failures are of our own blame.
The will to move is gone
The wish to care has left
The want to do is no longer here
The will to fight is no more.
Blame is on us,
For all our trespasses,
The shame is no one's but our own.
We wish to will
We wish to cry
We wish to scream
We wish to run.