Why Can't I?

by Joe Robertson

I see you flailing on the ground 
trying not to make a sound
of wounds and broken spirit
to the ones who wish to hear it.

I can see.
I can see.

I can hear your voice call
I can see them, and see it all
like a shattered naked fall onto the ground
and still you make no sound.

And there will be someone like me
who comes along and will be enough to help you fly,
fix your broken wings, just enough to save your life. 
And again, you'll soar away from sight, 
and again you'll soar so high.
So, why can't I?