Being There

Sitting on the sidelines, I watch you fight.
Amongst the lost, the posers, the warriors.
Some friend I am, that I sit and watch
instead of come to your aid.
I wish I could, but...you're so far away.
Some friend they are, that they would
stab you in the ribs for a petty price.
The rage I feel inside me drowns out
all else.
You fall, but I cannot pick you up.
No, that is God's job. All I can do
is be there for you.