If It Were You What would you do if you couldn't run? You could never play or have any fun. And you wouldn't know it but jealousy's there, And the anger builds up inside. You could never go places like everyone does, you'd say something wrong, that might start a fuss. Sometimes you'd be mean or say something bad. And the anger builds up inside You'd never get married or find your true mate, or never have kids, you have only hate. You'd never feel the kiss or a lover's sweet hug. And the anger builds up inside. What would you do, to walk through the sand or play in the ocean, without someone's hand? You couldn't join in as they have all their fun. And the anger builds up inside. You couldn't go to the fair, or ride on a ride or swing on a swing or slide on a slide, you have to be careful in all that you do. And the anger builds up inside. You could never do all the things that you did, When you were a teenager, when you were a kid. But the memories are there and you think that you can, til you try and you failed, then you give up again. And the anger builds up inside. You can't read a book, play a video game, work a computer, there one in the same. You can't do the simplest things others do. And the anger builds up inside. There's not much left that you can do, just watch TV and eat your food. You sit and you watch while everyone else, do all of the things you'd like to yourself. And the anger builds up inside. You cannot control when the anger comes out, you feel hate for all in spite of yourself. Some treat you so bad cause they think your just mean. And the anger builds up inside. You don't have much life and they don't seem to care. You think they'd be happier if you were not there. You can't do a thing, you just want to die. You stay in your room and they all wonder why. And the anger builds up inside. It's like they blame you for the way that you are. It was not your fault; blame a bus and a car. Three times since the wreck, doctors said you would die. Everyone's at the hospital, they cried ..oh they cried. And the anger builds up inside. Each time you got better and you get to come home, things go back the same, and their hearts turn to stone. You can't do a thing and you're watched every move. And the anger builds up inside. How can anyone be jealous of the love shown to you? Cause it's a great Miracle you can do what you do. I don't understand, why they feel like they do. They must have a problem much bigger than you. Written about my brother Robert E. Lashmit |