Sometimes, the world isn't yours to keep...

i heard her crying across the street a few hours ago--
more like wailing...
the kind of pain you don't hear everyday...
it's the sort of pain you never want to experience.

...being blind
how long has she been blind?
crying her eyes out... how ironic.
wailing, screaming...
not being able to express the feelings trapped inside her miserable soul.

i pity the sound she cries out to the world around her.
it reaches my world and somehow i forget about being happy
and think of her own dying happiness...

sometimes, the world no matter how much you want it
is not ours to keep--
there are others who suffer
there are others we must never forget.

and so tonight, before i lay myself to sleep,
a li'l prayer for this special girl across the street--
that through her blindness she may find some sort of light...