Taken For Granted

To be taken for granted is a bad feeling indeed
Not to be taken as a servant nor as a noble steed
You are just entirely forgotten until the moment of need
It is only when you are needed that without you they bleed

But what happens in that moment when you are not there
If you are not there to help them, could they even bear
Could they do without you when life hangs by a thread of hair
Would they even realize they need your help, would they even care

They acknowledge your presence when you seldom make yourself known
And even you know they cannot manage the attempt on their own
But you know you are taken for granted, so you keep your quiet tone
You leave it up to them to discover that you are their corner stone

In their structure, you are the most important piece
When you are finally gone, so is the resting peace
Everything falls apart, their patience doth decrease
And when the moment is said and done, you release

You stand up and tell them the fault of their ways
They look up to you and are blinded by the sun's burning rays
You show them how truly insignificant are their plays
And when they notice their fault they show you their praise

If only the world were as just
When in reality it is just a bust
Like how water is needed for iron to rust
Even though you are taken for granted... You are a must...