saving people

Well, if you're a certain kind of person, then you'll know what I mean.

They come up to you like you can help them, and it's their trust that makes you real.

You're a bit of a chameleon; you become whatever they need at that moment in time.
And they thank you and look up at you with eyes that shine
and you feel like you've just won the lottery.

But then there are the times
where you can't help
and it's not up to you

and you try every which way, however you can,
you're sweet or angry, alternatively, in the hope
that one method will get through.

And that's when you realize the most important thing;
it's not up to you. you can't always change it.
and you hate that a lot more than you've ever hated

anything before.

so how do you give up on saving people?
how do you let the last grain of sand slip away?
you can tell yourself you're arrogant till you're blue in the face
won't matter; time tells it differently

you know that at least in part, this is why you're here.

and sometimes you dream of being rescued yourself;
no need to save anyone anymore,
because someone's busy saving you.

wouldn't that be nice for a change?

but it'll never happen,
because we've all got our roles.
and this one's mine.

so that's when I remember what he said
about bearing other people's crosses
and how sometimes, even though we want them
and would like to help others with them,
we can't.

because they don't belong to us.

well, I want, more than anything,
to take his pain away from him
and carry his cross.

but here's the thing about saving people:
you don't want to change them
you want them to want
to change themselves.