World Without Tears--Lucinda Williams

I think about all the people, in my world and out of it. All the damage being done. By other people, by disease and abuse and violence. By war and stupidity and cruelty. And I always wonder...am I doing enough? Could I do more? Or what can I do? or worse still, why can't I fix it? Why can't I be Florence Nightengale/Ellen Ripley/Dr. Sue and Wonder Woman all rolled into one? And if I could be all things to all people, would it be enough? Is it that I so want to nobly save the world on a billion different levels, or is it that I just selfishly need people to think that I can? Have I done it without ulterior motives? Do I need renumeration for my efforts? Is it give and take, or is it enough to give? I think it is enough for me. I hope it is...and in the end, I can only give what I have, and no more, and not only does it have to be enough for me, but it has to be enough for all those people too. I can ask no more of myself than that, and I only hope that it has some effect. I know my HP has a job for me, maybe more than one. And I have to keep doing these things, as well as I can, until the job is done.

Original lyrics:

If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find the skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones

If we lived in a world without tears
How would heartbeats
Know when to stop
How would blood know
Which body to flow outside of
How would bullets find the guns

If we lived in a world without tears
How would misery know
Which back door to walk through
How would trouble know
Which mind to live inside of
How would sorrow find a home

If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
to etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones

How would broken find the bones
How would broken find the bones

Lucinda Williams, from the album World Without Tears