Wise

What do you want to be
When you grow up?

I never wanted a certain job
An impressive cover letter
I only wanted to be compassionate
To help people get better

I see suffering everywhere I look
A million hearts break every day
But they keep on moving silently
Like they have nothing to say

It’s the plight of their station
Sometimes the act of their hand
Some cruel divination
Locked in shifting sand

Some will be speak to their trusted
But further be scorned
Leaving their trust to be rusted
And their lives to be torn

I see strength everywhere I look
A million souls hold strong every day
They keep fighting silently
Their living is what they have to say

When I grow up,
I need to be wise
To help people be better

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