How can I fight what I cannot see?

Will this pain inside me always be?

Give me a mountain, that I can move,

And there my strength I can prove.

 

This pain is a foe without hands or feet

No physical hurt can match or meet

Surgery or stitches cannot repair

As my crying soul lays naked and bare

 

With a cup I would drain any sea

Such a small, simple task that would be

But to fill this emptiness inside

I am overwhelmed in the flood and tide

 

This unseen enemy is so cruel

Don’t dare to talk and break a rule

A smell, a noise, even a word-

But this silent enemy is still heard

 

We have sent a man to the moon

Then molested a child just as soon

One of these goes down in history

The other is an unspoken mystery

 

How can I fight what I cannot see?

I cannot name what should not be

Who gave those bastards a right?

And why can't I see any end in sight