Growth
It is that point in time
When you must grow,
For much more maturity
You must show
I have saved you once, twice
And of course more than thrice,
But I can't continue to save you
for the rest of your life.
At the sound of a shriek
I have come full blast,
At the sound of a whisper
I have come even faster.
There are times when you call
When there's nothing a matter,
You just needed to vent
Because no one will listen to your chatter
My gift is that I try to save
Every man, woman and child
My curse as you don’t understand is
To that life, I have become a slave
No rest, no sleep, no time to breathe
What am I to do, im so confused
Because saving lives is the right thing to do
I look for a friend someone to show they care
But it is to no avail for my love
I have with no one to share
remember the time when I called out to you,
but like everyone else you failed to respond,
thought you’d be there in a rush,
guess it’s my own fault for expecting too much
i called out for help just a little request
But you turned the other cheek
Because you said you needed your rest
I figured when I ran to your rescue
When those guys were attempting to hurt you
That you would run to my rescue
And at least do half of what I do
Because ungrateful each of you have been
Taking advantage was your greatest sin
Did you care when I laid in bed
With a pain oh so great
Oh hes superman he can't get hurt
In a couple of minutes
He will turn back to great
But now you must suffer each on your own
Because not one inch of growth
you have truly shown
The unthinkable has occurred
The one thing you all dread
You must all stand alone
Because im here to tell you
Superman is dead
Copyright © Steve Malebranche | Year Posted 2009
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