Wash your hands

Blind to the pulse
unseeing eyes staring

Denied wishes
Wash your hands of this misery

Waring sides
Both shouting so loud

Ears ringing
Each side must have it's say

Wanting satisfaction
Crying to have more

Unforgivable in those eyes that gaze through nights haze
Unforgettable in the eyes that gaze into each others
Unforseeable to those who stand the closest
Unwilling to those who see the truth

Knowing actions have consequences unseen
Feeling the hearts beat faster when they are close

Denied for sakes far bigger than their own
Begging the space that is between them to disappear

Wash your hands of this misery
Fight away the wishes of weakness
Hold tight and steadfast to what you know you must do
For these war torn people must wash their hands too