Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You

You came in from the cold,

There was bread upon the table,

And a chair pulled out for you.

I didn't asked you for your story,

Just said, “Stay if you want to.”

Now your actions echo something new

A different kind of hunger

Coming into view...

Don’t turn the fire into ashes

While you are standing in its glow.

Don’t carve the roots beneath you

Then wonder why you fall.

Now you're high, but you came from low;

Funny how fast respect can go.

There’s a cost to everything you say or do;

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

Now the mirror’s cracked and shifting,

Every gift becomes a chain.

Every kindness feels like blame.

You say the well is running empty,

But you are drinking all the same;

Throwing stones at every window

While you are sheltered from the rain.

There’s a line between the needing

And the taking more.

When gratitude goes missing

It becomes a war.

Don’t turn the fire into ashes

While you are standing in its glow.

Don’t carve the roots beneath you

Then wonder why you fall.

Now you're high, but you came from low;

Funny how fast respect can go.

There’s a cost to everything you say or do;

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

If everything’s a prison

Why not walk away?

If every door is broken

Why are you here to stay?

You can’t rewrite the story

While burning every page;

And call it something righteous

When it’s only misled rage.

Don’t turn the fire into ashes

While you are standing in its glow.

Don’t carve the roots beneath you

Then wonder why you fall.

Now you're high, but you came from low;

Funny how fast respect can go.

There’s a cost to everything you say or do;

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

So take it slow, think it through

The hand you bite once fed you;

And when it’s gone, I hope you see…

It wasn’t me who's wrong; it was always you.

It was always you.