Muffled crying in the distance
We just can’t seem to hear.
Well beyond our busy lives
We just can’t lend an ear.
Did anyone hear the sound
Of that teen about to take the fall?
Did you know, just that night,
She had nobody in the world left to call?
Why is it only after the death
We say we’d gladly answer the phone,
Yet everyday we walk past those
That can barely let out a moan?
Did anyone hear the cries
Of a child ripped away?
Does it matter that it happened thirty years ago
Or does it have to happen today?
Why is it we tell those people
They really just need to carry on?
Why does it only matter to us
After that person is gone?
Does anyone hear the sound
Of a little girl crying every night?
Once she was old enough to walk away
She finally gave up the fight.
We blamed her for the life she chose
When we weren’t there for her at all.
Now she climbed upon a bridge
Screaming to her fall.
Did anyone hear the silence
Of a world turning its back?
Takes a thousands deaths for us to realize
We may be on the wrong track.