We've felt the rain

but not the cold sweep of the floods

We've slept soundly

while others kept vigil

The sun has warmed us, 

but not scorched our ground

No crop has failed 

no hunger has been found.

 

At a distance, we've heard the sirens 

but never felt the fear of what's to come

Our hearts have mended from passing pains

not shattered by the loss of our loved ones

 

We've seen the news 

but never known the darkness of that night

Our fears are whispers 

we watch the world safe from beneath our sky

A lucky few untouched by the cruel hand

 

We call it strength

this ease with which we rise

untested by the storms in other's eyes

Is it just luck that our paths have been spared?

Or is it a debt we haven't yet pooled? 

 

The world outside our window is a place of struggle 

Our fortunate lives feel like a borrowed time

We live through a season that others know by its absence

We walk in sunshine, a privilege 

Will our season come, a time we're unforgiven?