Well Read Therapist lyrics

Oh well read therapist why so glum?

Did they not tell you talking does nothing?

When you leave your austere office

Of gathered trinkets and diplomas

The summation of your existance

Then you go home to your suburban home

Back to your Betty Crocker wife

Your children in college, your immeasurable pride

To the university that shielded you

From the world's unfair cruelty

A place where danger lurked unobtrusively

Yet sometimes deadly or dibilitating

Unexposed to disfunctionality

Drug, alcohol, child abuse and others

Conditions mental, labeled or not

Do you feel guilty for your ease?

Are you searching for an answer you need

To bring you some satisfaction

In circumstances you caused or kept?

How can you understand an inability

To change, to be afforded the ability so

Poverty is a tattered blanket

It gives no shelter, nor comfort

Agencies pursue those unable

To answer up to the daily requirements

With cynical regard, with sinister motives

You hear these cries everyday

Are your ears deaf, your hands tied?

Apathy has no relieving quality

For those struggling each day

Hiding behind the messaging machine

To avoid confrontation, reality

How is it that four years of education

Provided the realitites of a hard life

Wisdom is from the realm of experience

Experiences that don't go away

Day or night, round the clock

Your world is easy, everyday the same

Occasional difficulties, then drudgery

To struggle to think, to walk, to be

Unknown, untouched, unfelt, no priority

The curb does not await your every move

A knife's edge that has no sympathy

Where is the individual beyond an hour?

Did you take the time to know them?

Did you dominate them and confuse them?

A mile in their shoes, those they wear for life

Empathy hides itself, it is laborious

Books stacked, computers opened

They are obsticles made to cull

Drawing diagrams for one who is hungry

Speaking theories for one who is homeless

None warm a heart or fill an empty belly

Voices they hear in their heads

But no words utilitarian for hope

Notes taken in endless array

Will not heal what has been

How will their future be bettered

When the past is repasted as a billboard

Only hiding if for a while the pains?

So the present knows no tranquility

No solutions for coping beyond theory

Generalized and plowing the individual under

They must return to the fray

What did you do to prepare them this time?

Reality is cold and harsh

Did they leave without answers?

Surely you must know, faces and words

Are you your brother's keeper?

Your attitude can destroy them

So you are accountable for their souls

Distance kept will not bring justice

To those rationalizing their distain

The good you can do is by the golden rule

If you are queried for assistance

Then a Samaritan is needed

Compassion is the dignity of man

Dedication is its vigilant keeper

Did you do something unlauded

Today can be a step or a waste

Were disorders relieved or healed?

Were living tasks resolved?

Or were you just putting in your time?

• Artist:Ww Ww