Participator Vs. Spectator

Smoke-fed clouds blowing up over the mesa at sunset.

I don't know how to tell you...

I don't know what to say...

I don't have the words...

I don't want to walk away...

Is it my job to say something?

Is it my place to say?

Should I initiate the topic?

Merely turn my head away?

Do you know the situation?

Do you care enough to try?

Do you notice any issues?

Do you see the times I cry?

I'll never have the voice,

I know I never will.

I'll never own the courage,

Or strength to climb that hill.

You choose inaction,

I choose security.

You shun the effort,

I shy from the sincerity.

I'll never have the words...

I'll never take that step.

I'll choose to walk away,

I'll live without that pep.

I don't know how to tell you...

Smoke-fed clouds blowing up over the mesa at sunset .