Stand

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I cannot be bothered to participate.
Years pass me by as I sit and wait.
Am I no longer a figurative source of charm?
Or am I simply just a new alarm?
Solved problems make way for a new stack
So have all my colors faded to black?

So many questions, no more time.
Yet fewer answers, what's my crime?
At the door I left the flag of hatred.
But I can't forget the one who made it.
And yet you keep me alive and well.
You helped me stand wherever I fell.

I'm the only one who can purify my soul.
Will you be there when I do, I don't know.
For at the end of the day, curtains are drawn.
Once again I choose a new road to travel on.
I spend my time perfecting the new me.
To be something everyone wants to see.

With your help I just might make it through.
Else I would not write these words for you.
Somewhere between the lines we meant to cast.
I can no longer lean against the horrors of my past.
And even though a push may come to shove.
There is no evil that we cannot rise above.