Friday, 23 October 2009

Don't call him frail, although he breaks easily,
It's all he can do to keep from weeping,
When he thinks, is life worth living?

Don't call him dumb, even if he really is,
He's trying his best, giving it his all,
Just to remember to breathe.

Don't call him cold, though tears have frozen upon his face,
He needs your warmth, oh he craves your warmth
When his heart stopped beating long ago.

Pray for him, give him a gentle word,
They don't cost you much,
For him to be loved.