I try to find faces in the swirls in marble statuettes,
I try to find love hearts in the petals of a rose,
I try to find warm smiles in the twisted wire of telephones,
And all I find is reaching fingers sculpted into stone.
Sometimes I see him, the cold frozen into his eyes,
Sometimes I see him, fingers twitching, pearly blue,
Sometimes I see him, in the late of winter afternoon,
And all I see is small, sorrowful tears slightly askew.
I reach out my hand and he begs me desperately for hope,
I reach out my hand and his feelings overflow,
I reach out my hand and he glances as he shivers out,
And all I do is walk on by with all my heart in tow.
I try to find truth in the swirls of politicians’ bleats,
I try to find lies in the eyes of starving child,
I try to find joy but it is buried somewhere underneath
And all I find is hearts searching for reasons left to smile.
I try to find solace in my warmth and clothes and food and bed,
I try to find something in my family and my home,
I try to find reasons to ignore the things that we don’t see,
And all we do walk on by with all our heart in tow.
And this is something I have realised has to change right now.