Who am I if not the person who listens
to the woes of others
Listening to them spin tales
With versions that get better
Who am I if not the person who listens
As they confide their secrets and fears
Along with opinions I never asked for
That they casually abhor
Who am I if not the person who listens
To them lament through their wailing cries
Filled with resentment and pain
As they condemn themselves again
Who am I if not the person who listens
When the screaming stops
As their defunct soul ceases to weep
They capitulate to their defeat.
Who am I if not the person who listens?
Better yet, who am I if I simply listen?
