Buried In A Shallow Grave

In a world where hearts are worn like the hearts of fragile glass,
There dwell souls who care for others, but their pain remains unseen.
Their motives pure, their minds filled with empathy,
Yet their own cries for help are drowned in the silent screams.

Oh, listen close to this tale of compassion,
Where the caregivers yearn for a gentle touch,
Their selflessness a reflection of their devotion,
But seldom do they receive a caring clutch.

With open arms, they offer solace and embrace,
Their mentality rooted in love, kindness, and grace.
They give their all, yet often go unnoticed,
Their morals guiding them through life's treacherous maze.

In the depths of their being, they hold understanding,
For the struggles and battles that others face.
But who understands the weight they carry,
The burdens they shoulder without a trace?

Oh, listen close to this tale of compassion,
Where the caregivers yearn for a gentle touch,
Their selflessness a reflection of their devotion,
But seldom do they receive a caring clutch.

Like the phoenix, rising from ashes so divine,
These unsung heroes continue to shine.
Their souls, like Neo-Soul melodies, evoke emotion,
Their poetic rap, a voice for those who often feel confined.

So let us not forget the ones who care,
The ones who give their all with love so rare.
May we shower them with the care they deserve,
For in their hearts, compassion will forever thrive.

(Chorus)
Oh, listen close to this tale of compassion,
Where the caregivers yearn for a gentle touch,
Their selflessness a reflection of their devotion,
But seldom do they receive a caring clutch.