(a poem by Ryan Phillips)
I struggle out of bed each day, but I know I have no choice
Endlessly they scream for us. Rise up and be their voice!
Their torment never ends (at least until the day they die).
There's no way to block it out, just to help us to get by.
This knowledge that we have's not a burden one should bear.
While the world goes its merry way remaining willfully unaware.
But even if we had the choice and could erase it from our mind
Not one of us would choose that path, for we've left that road behind
We have accepted that the road ahead's a dark, lonely place to be.
But if I were in their place instead, I know they'd fight for me.