You are what they will never understand


As I walk down the long road,
That long road of dirt and dust,
I look back and I wonder if
I could have made a difference.

What would I have done if, I could have gone back?
Gone back to change that mistake I made?
If the world would be different today, than what it is now?
How would I have righted what had been wrong?
Would it matter? Could it have helped?
So many dead …and fewer alive now…

Hatred sweeps into the air, it cloying scent
Harsh in my nose, as I choke and gag...
And the question, I ask myself, always
Is why? Why did you run and not fight?

You left to save the weak and innocent,
In the start, a soft voice whispers in my head.

Another harsh and full of discrimination speaks to me:
You are weak, little fool! It laughs mockingly
As tears run down my face.

What you did, you did out of love and faith…
The soft voice speaks again to me,
The words strangely soothing my hurt feelings...

Why? A new voice snarls in my head,
Why did you leave be alone? You promised to finish the war.
Pain accompanies me as I whimper from the pain.
The third voice brings me, as the memories
Come to life in my mind with passion.

You made a choice, I will never understand,
My friend or are you a traitor now…?
The fourth voice is neither kind nor understanding,
Harsh or hateful towards me, it speaks as
A statement void of all emotion...

You made a choice, to do what you could,
There is nothing wrong with that…
That soft voice speaks again, calling out to me as I run away
Speaking with love, pain, and understanding…

You promised not to betray us…
You left us behind… you are no longer one of us…
A fifth voice speaks to me, with hate and anger
Now as I stand here helplessly, lost for words.

Staring at the two people left in the world,
Who might have comfort me, might have help me survive,
Through these times coming to bear upon us.

You left to save the weak and innocent,
What you did, you did out of love and faith…
You made a choice, to do what you could…
There is nothing wrong with that…
You left them… abandoned what you believed in…
They won't understand… nor accept you back…
Travel, travel away into the Unknown Regions of life…

The soft voice calls out to me as I leave,
Tears streaming down my face,
My heritage and once home
And family lost to me, closing their doors in my face,
The disgust evident on their faces,
When they even look my way…

Come, and I will teach you…
The soft voice calls out to me as
I walk away into the cold darkness of exile…
Alone and scared, impossible to know what awaits me,
Following the voice blindly, no shreds of hope,
No link to the world of people, where I once lived.

A short figure clothed in black watches silently
As the Exile leaves her home…
The voice which echoes from the drawn hood,
It is neither hateful nor deep when it speaks.
Speaking with softness and power, understanding and love,
It watches as the Exiled one walks toward the darkness,
Alone… and she speaks quietly in the silence.

You made a choice… You left for a reason…
None will understand your choice… They will abandon you…
You did what was right… You did it out of love and faith…
Too protect the weak, and to save lives of the innocent.

You were afraid…

The soft whisper floats in the air,
You were afraid and that is
What they cannot understand…
What they will not understand…
That we are afraid of what will come…
You are afraid…

You were afraid…