Darkest Hour


In the darkest hour

I see someone needin

While my guitar gently…….

I don’t know why someone could be hurtin

Yet all I see is their hand is out

People seem to be walkin w/0 concern

This is not the kind we have seen

with new sneaks and dirty jeans

This is the kind of darkness that needs

While my guitar gently………

I don’t know how the world keeps turnin

While there are people hurtin

How the rest of us are livin

While so many more are dyin

This is why we are where…….

This is why

This guitar gently weeps



14 thoughts on “Darkest Hour

  1. This weeping guitar weeps more deeply every day…I have lost the plot; how is it possible that suffering is the norm and we are being conditioned to ignore it and go our way gaily and smiling brightly. We are seen as slightly cranky when you stop and give some poor beggar a few pennies. It is an upside down world.
    Great words from the Sheldon perspective as per so often.

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