Pieces in the war

Looking at pieces of a war. A war so big I cannot see it. A war so convoluted I could not even tell start from end. The pieces move, time goes on. I want to cry out, but I don't know who to. I want to close my eyes, but I can't. I retreat and bury my head. I run far, far away. I escape the chaos of the war.

I'm sorry I closed my eyes. I'm sorry I ran away. I don't know what else to do. I don't know what I need to say.

There's no master plan to this chaotic world. No winners, only the lost and the broken, looking to survive. They march past in their shackles, bound by guilt and hate. They walk past me in the street, pretending it's all ok. I want to reach out and help them - but they've buried their pain so deep. To confront it would simply damage them; it wouldn't set them free.

I look around in vain, for my brothers and my sisters. I search for those who would heal a world in pain, and set the captives free. That I should be so lucky, if I found one in ten who'd dare to dream so big. Save them from hell? To do that we must save them from themselves.

Change a city, change a nation. I'd dare to dream it can be done. Change the nations, change the world. I need more than one in ten! Brothers, sisters, please be free! Let my tears touch your hearts. Dream so big you cannot feel the nails in your hands. Dare to believe the burden you bear can reach out to every man.

And all of this for nothing, if I cannot help them choose. So I'm waiting for the sky to fall, and my world to be renewed....