Palm

I'm no saviour so I don't bother to help.

I don't waste my breath,it's no use.

I'd rather watch from my window,even when you bleed and cry.

I'm not vile.

But for once,the need to help was an urge I could no longer fight as I stared into the eyes of the lost child.

I suddenly wished I were a saviour.

I finally had a reason to fight for.

But even then,it was no use.