No Words

Standing alone in the crowd
Afraid to enter the fray
Bottled up feelings escaping
Pretending it's all just play
Words no longer express it
Turmoil, terror and strife
Brought on by detrimental decisions
Look what's become of your life
A tragedy born of a comedy
Heroes need more than just hope
When circumstances warrant it
Right at the end of your rope
Time to pull up your bootstraps
Hard at the end of the haul
But everyone's depending on you now
As the prophet who's leading us all