What does it take,
To fill a hole?
A chasm,
Made of misery?
What can one do,
To ease the pain?
To let her know,
That I am,
As always, there,
By her side?
What does one need,
To heal a heart?
One broken,
And shattered,
In pain and sorrow?
What should be done,
To fulfill a dream?
A dream,
To help and aid,
Fellow man,
Regardless,
Of stature and race?
To prove,
That we, the humans,
Can retain caring,
In an uncaring world?
To you all,
I pose this question,
An answer,
I do not expect.
But if you have seen,
Or even glimpsed,
An inkling,
Of the truth.
Prithee, tell me.
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