All hurt in different ways
All trapped inside
By things too horrible to speak
And none can see how beautiful they are.
So loving and so trusting
Taken in by evil men
And made to feel so bad about themselves
So dirty, so ashamed.
Too shamed to see how beautiful they are.
Some victims of such brutal crimes
All questioning now who they are
They things they did
Were forced to do
Could they have been at fault?
Too anguished now to see how beautiful they are.
Old men with their memories
And questions about what and when
And if they're true
And who they are
No time in waning years to stop to see how beautiful they are.
And yet, I see in each of them
A tender soul
That reaches out to touch another man in pain
To say he cares
To listen now
And answer when he can
A wounded man, who though in anguish of his own
Finds time and strength to quell the same found in a friend.
All too busy caring now to see how beautiful they are.
Look all around you.
You see them just as I do.
You see these men, these boys.
You see them care...hear them weep.
You see their strength
You feel their souls
You watch them struggle now to stand
Now to walk along the troubled path ahead.
You're one of them...just like them...just as strong...just as caring.
So stop one moment, please, just one before you travel on...before you cannot stop again...and take the time to see, to really see...like you see them...how beautiful you are.
I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.