Shadows

What can be seen through blinding, unending tears but the blur of motion and shadows?
How would the world have ever been beautiful?
What can be heard over the cries and sobs of those who share your pain?
What can relieve us but the lack of oxygen from such rapid breathing that lulls us into a sleep unshaken by anything but nightmares?
Who can wake us from such terrors, pull us from the dark?
Who can stop the cries, who can stop the fear?
Who can save us from such endless misery?
Who can recover the fragments of our minds?
Who can rescue our hearts?
Is it you?
Or are you just another shadow in the light