The answer is love...

Love, they say, is a burden.
If that's true, then I've got it all wrong then.
It tears me apart hearing of death.
All those little children introduced to drugs like meth.
A person's heart is a fragile thing.
All one wants is a shoulder on which to lean.
Is that so much to ask?
In the beginning, we all are bestowed a task.
To love and to hold.
Breaking that promise is heartless and cold.
How can people live with themselves knowing
That their are people out there dyeing?
How can they ignore
All the hungry and the poor?
Never have I seen such cruelty and violence
Life is like a dance
Or so they say.
If that is the case, why do we dance in this way?
Why do we dream and hope?
Is it our own way to cope?
People don't take their faith seriously anymore
It takes all my strength to not give up and walk out that door.
Humans believe they are on top of the world.
Sooner or later they'll figure it out as the truth is unfurlled.
Why do we try?
Why do we lie?
Is it to protect?
Why do we look down on others as if they are insects?
To tell the truth, I'm tired.
I'm tired of knowing guns are fired.
I'm tired of knowing that we can make a difference.
People, out of habit, make an inference.
So much is lost and gained.
My heart, bearing it all, is pained.
I seek help from above.
Now I know the answer is love.