To oft I’ve seen one pass beyond
To oft one close, to oft one fond
Again and again, life went its way
Nothing can change a past by day
Can I truly be that cold
Is my heart really so old
Did I not see the things I saw
How could I miss pain’s outstretched claw
Did I lose heart, or just my faith
Would any change now be to late
Or could I still reach out and touch
Or do I stand back, and silently watch
I know not what, I know not why
So much pain when love will die
The hands are empty, the mind is filled
The cheeks are reddened of the tears that spilled
To often we wonder, to often we seek
To often we ponder, can we be meek?
Our strength, if not showing, is it really there?
The strongest among living, are those that dare care.