Opportunity

i see fields of people
scared and afraid of things we have no notice too
when all we think is happiness
all they think is survival
do they deserve the maybe some, but mostly not
heartache that incinerates all it hits
when raindrops fall from the gutter
who sees it?
who catches these victims of the elements
these people hurt like a trapped cloud
imprisoned by responsibilities
yet still a lack of opportunity
how did these raindrops get in the gutter?
and when clouds start to form
its inevitable that rain is gonna fall
and when rain falls
who sees it?
i can smell the sadness
it teaks of an eary silence
but there is noise all around
theres a life cycle
theres no stop
no thought, no care
who would have care for others....
when you thought you were free?