Beneath the veil of distant woes, Through eyes that watch yet never close, A truth, unseen, around us flows; Only felt when sorrow shows.
Each heart, a vault of silent screams, In shadows hides its broken dreams, Until the crack of fate redeems, And empathy in true light beams.
For knowledge borne from books and speech, Can never all our spirits reach, Till experience extends its teach, With lessons only life can preach.
So judge not pain you have not known, The seeds of grief not in you sown, For understanding’s grace is shown, When through our own trials we’ve grown.
People will never truly understand something until it happens to them.
