you cant see him

so you assume he is not there

you cannot smell the blood and dust

in his matted hair

you cannot hear the pain

of his tragic story

you connot feel his eyes

dark and wet with worry

worry for you worry for me

worry for our children

and all the sinners to be

you call me insane

but you just don't know

he is the one who reins

with his everlasting glow