For Them

There were those who looked up,

and I dared to look down.

Many looked outward to acquire more than they already have,

as I looked inward to acquire what I always have had.

I heard them speak out,

but found comfort within my own silence.

They reached out for attention.

I held out my hand to give what I had.

They were quick to judge others misfortune,

It was compassion that touched my heart.

When they looked at their lives they cried for themselves.

When I looked at life itself, I cried for them,

but again held out my hand to give what I had.