The Listener

Long I sit here each night
And listen to the worlds plight
A family torn to pieces with one mistake
Young girl discovering herself in each step
Listen as the world screams aloud

Take it all in with an open mind
Won’t judge while understanding situations
Unlike the boy quick to play the card
Feels free to pass judgement on others
But woe is thee who passes it upon him

This world is a cruel place
Filled to the brink a cruel race
Though wandering around exists but few
Who will listen and understand
Help to make sense of this world

With a soul old as time and head of fire
This listener was born with a crooked heart
Into a world lead astray into chaos
I’ll listen to all the problems of the world
With advice so pure for everyone but myself

How I know the perfect things to say
When my heart isn’t on the line
Advice will flow freely in those moments
But never to be taken in any form by me
The reasons I know not of why

The perfect listener in any situation
Just don’t ask me to analyse myself
Cause this ancient soul’s long lost
The spark that once kept his heart

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