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What will it take to make me listen?
What will it take to make me see with out distortion?
What will it take to make me understand,
to make me care,
to make me forgive,
to let me feel love.
What will it take to make me notice,
to make me pay attention,
to calm me down,
to smile again,
to smell the rain and not fear the floods.
What will it take to wake me up?
What will it take to change my ways,
to hear the cries,
to pick them up and set them right,
to hold you through the night?
What will it take to make it right?
What will it take to make me cry?
to make me hate,
to make me beg,
to let you go,
What will it take?
Rusted through and covered with vegetation
Locked into place for a thousand years
Nothing can wake you
Asleep and dreaming of glories gone
The world passes over you – unaware
Time has left you behind
Echoes of explosions and laughter
Sounds from children and soldiers
A tiny hand touches your skin
Thought perceived in the distance
Rolling thunder and rain washes you clean
Burnt orange rust breaks free
Green leaves and dirt fall to the ground
Emotion surges to the top
Laughter and explosions
Something I wrote over a decade ago.
She walks to water’s edge
lowers her weeping head
why does she cry, for whom does she care?
Does she know his name, call out to him, does she dare
waves on the stream and leaves flow by
I should be there, listen to her cry.
Snow comes down now - lays to the side
wind speaks of love, tears break the tide
does she know she’s worth so much more
does she know for whom she cries for?
She’s reaching out to the water’s lip (cold wet)
ice and needles grab her back, not ready yet
Heaven’s close, silence scares
quiet prayer, adoration there
has she lived her life right
eyes closed tight
making wishes, begging saints
a voice far off, so faint
angels looking for her again
her world tilts, starts to spin
water so warm and light
“Carry me away in soft flight,”
no more problems no more fears
no more laughter no more tears
Matt Williamson
9.14.1994