I know that you have suffered

Felt abandoned, shoved aside

I know you have felt the solitary nights

To be endless as if they were trans-world flights

I know you listen for that familiar voice

And look for the owner of fleeting shadows

I know you cry out when there are no ears

Or eyes present these remaining years

I know you ask, “Why me, why me?”

Every hour of each passing night and day

I know you envy old friends and brothers

Who live not your loneliness, your life turned gray

I know that you have suffered

Felt abandoned, shoved aside

I know in your mind there is peace and war

For now I know that you live

Those good-bad times of yore.