Fixing

What good is a crumbling pillar,
to a world hurting from rejection?
what good is a blind man to a lost child?

as a kind we are lost,
as a race we are blind.
as one, we are rejected.

what good is a broken lamp to a blacken room?
as much good as a broken heart to a bruised soul.

but together we will win,
small battle after small battle we will concur.
but first we must fix the broken lamp before the blackened room will shine.