Finding a Cure

How can the hatred be restored? How many late nights with the cold last Till we shudder away How can night turn to day When every place you look Has a voice crying out Don't you see it? Are we blind to those who seek A warm hug or just some words of faith. Do we run from the finish line cause If we reach it we'll never stop The regret of their leaving the cries to Catch their breath, holding on to their Last moment Are we so torn in our minds think things Less through? We need to gain the courage to stop the race And turn our backs to the ones in need They fade to a whisper as our presence Grows near the whistle blows, they've run their course. Now their gone the decision too late But move on, take the trophy that was Meant to shine, allow yourself to release For you have helped no matter what The price They're there, safe and sound And all you need to do is keep your feet running upon the ground.