I am always the shoulder, always the ear,
Lifting you up when trouble is near.
You call, I answer, day or night,
Helping you win every fight.
But when I stumble, when I fall,
I reach out, but no one answers my call.
Echoes fill my silence, nobody there,
Alone in the dark, it doesn’t seem fair.
I’m tired of giving, tired of trying,
Tired of laughing while inside I’m crying.
Where are you now, when it’s my turn to plead?
Hands wide open, but you never see my need.
I patch up your sorrow, mend every crack,
But when I break, nobody’s got my back.
I keep on believing someone will care,
But hope drifts away into thin air.
I wish that kindness was a two-way street,
Not just my footprints, but yours next to my feet.
Is it too much to ask for someone to stay,
To lift me up when I’m fading away?
I’m tired of giving, tired of trying,
Tired of laughing while inside I’m crying.
Where are you now, when it’s my turn to plead?
Hands wide open, but you never see my need.
Maybe next time I’ll save a little for me,
Find my own strength, let my soul be free.
Until then I keep waiting, maybe you’ll see
That tired hands need holding too, just like me.
But hope is a whisper that grows with the dawn,
A promise that darkness will one day be gone.
I’ll gather my courage, let kindness begin
And trust that new hands will reach out, and let me in.
Nandisa is a passionate and driven individual with a knack for creativity and problem-solving. Known for their adaptability and collaborative spirit, they thrive in dynamic environments. With a strong commitment to growth and innovation, they continuously seek new challenges and opportunities to make a meaningful impact.