Oda a la Vida
Caught In The Middle
I don’t know how to feel.
I want to cry, but there are no tears.
I want to cheer, but my throat is sore.
I want to scream at everyone,
And I want to run and to hide.
There’s nothing, just nothing.
How can I make it real to you?
Feel what I feel.
See what I see.
Know what I know.
Be what I am.
She’s crying.
Her wounds haven’t healed.
It still hurts,
To see all the blood,
To feel the life drain away.
It isn’t fair sometimes.
We have to be brave, but we have fears.
We have to give, but we have no more.
We have to protect everyone,
And we have to be on our own.
It’s nothing, all nothing.