Tied Hands

Tied Hands
Kay Rice

I stand here helpless watching as you die,
Now you ask me to bury you alive.
You say to be a friend, I need to walk away,
Just close my eyes to what you say.

False witness to what I know is true,
You now ask me to dig the grave to bury you.
My hands are tied, to what you choose,
But to help you vanish, I will refuse.

I handed you a lantern, to give you light,
Instead, you threw it far out of your sight.
Don’t come to me under the name of a friend,
Don’t ask me to be the one to help in your end.

I stand here helpless, watching you die,
Now you ask me to bury you alive.
I will not be the nail in your final box,
I refuse to help with the shackles and locks.

I would rather leave you with a rusty old key,
Walk away and pray that someday you see.
But I will not condemn you to that lonely hell,
I will not place you in what was once my cold cell.

I can not stand here and watch you fade away,
But in my heart and memory you will always stay.
I know the pain and confusion you refuse to see,
Life is worth fighting for, when the prize is to be free.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, PLEASE DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION.
KAY RICE

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