Desperate Acts

Some things are just hard to understand.....

Desperate Acts

Of all the words unspoken,
And all the thoughts unthought,
Of all the hearts it’s broken;
And all the pain it’s brought.

It’s hard to understand,
The final, desperate act,
They leave by their own hand;
And nothing brings them back.

The sorrow and the tears,
Envelop the heart and mind
Days and weeks and years,
And the memory still binds.

Who can know the reason?
Who can feel the pain?
Another time, another season,
Maybe sunshine instead of rain.

A perfect world would be,
That others share their pain;
Hope and love they’d see
Their life would be our gain.

Lord, in mercy judge each man,
Give peace to those who grieve;
Help us to understand,
The reasons that they leave.