Missing

People sit and keep their peace

Beneath a grey, uncaring sky;
Vehemently defend their creed
Of who deserves to live or die.

And who will walk a step behind

To catch them when they fall;
Though out of sight and not of mind
Who shall see it all?

They all sit back and smile at days

That slip beyond their grasp –
Not realising the game life plays
Will wipe away the cast.

And who will tell them where they stand

When lights begin to fade?
Who will keep hold of their hand
Though circumstance invades?

And yet you can rely on one

Whenever life’s unfair.
Through whatever’s said and done
Turn around, I’ll still be there.