To Be Gentle

The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder

To Be Gentle


Cowardice in the wake of a lie that I solemnly knew
Complacent in fear
Brought to the brink of my shortcomings
Scrape away this violence

Indifferent to the suffering
I will not ignore something larger than me
Break down these old walls, rebuild and start again
Relinquish this pain, adopt a newfound growth

This can never fade until the last cage empties
There's a hand resting on my shoulder
And it wants me to be gentle and sensitive

Empathy to serve a purpose
Protect them the voiceless ones
Love them as I'd love another
I see a hope in empathy

This starts with compassion, compassion and you
Give up yourself and see them as they do