Poet of the River (july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

everybody had a choice, everybody had a voice,
but no one chose to speak
Anyone could, but nobody would,
now my will has become weak.
Will anyone walk with me?
Dose anybody care?
I am here where everybody can see,
But nobody cares.
I thought somebody would,
anybody could,
But untimely,
nobody did.

Everybody had a choice to make,
everybody thought that somebody would,
but nobody wanted to.
Anybody could do it,
everybody knew it,
but nobody wanted to.