It's so easy to complain

It's always so easy for others to bitch 

And moan about another's choices

It's always so easy to just complain 

But unless we stand up and raise our voices

Unless we stand together 

And make our voices heard 

How can we ever hope to make a better world? 

Were you there when she made her choices? 

Were you ever there: wearing her troubled shoes? 

Did you offer any words of comfort?

Did you offer up any words to ease her problems? 

Did you ever do anything but complain? 

How do you expect to see into someone else's world? 

How to understand another's life and choices? 

If you've never ever been the one so constrained?