Susanna C. Hemphill
If the eyes are the window of the soul, why can't you see my pain?
Can't you hear the sounds of a desperate heart?
If there are no words to be spoken to ease my sorrow,
and actions are supposed to speak louder than words,
Why won't you hold me close to your heart?
Renew my faith in the power of touch.
Is your guilt so great that you cannot spare
the ray of hope I need so much
from you alone?