What Would Be the Point?

I’d say “I forgive you”
But what would be the point?
You wouldn’t hear me, or acknowledge me,
Or even return the gesture.
 
I’d reach out for you
But what would be the point?
You would turn your back and walk away
Show indignity as if it were your cause.
 
I’d say “I’m here for you”
But what would be the point?
You would throw up a wall and dig a moat,
And turn to some other instead.
 
I’d show you pure and unabiding love
But what would be the point?
Such an unwanted gift plays like a reedless flute
In the mind of someone so resistant to change.
 
So I’ll move on to those who’d seek my embrace
My counsel, my love and my respect.
For that is the point.
I hear the piano playing, I feel the power in the notes,
So I rejoice, So I rejoice.