One only knows another\'s pain,
When it feels like it\'s happening again.
For those who fail to see,
are without the eyes that have seen
Hearts with no beat
Cannot bleed,
Nor can a man roar
With no vocal cord.
But those close to us,
Come with blood to save us
For theirs is one of gold,
And they come with room in their fold.
They bring a trumpet in splendor,
To make up for our lack of candor.