Who has never felt shame?
Who has never tried to make a friend,
And been rejected or ignored?
Who has never felt embarrassment?
Who has never felt grief
When a small gesture would have helped
but it has ,unknowingly, been with held?
How many people have the imagination
to guess what’s in your mind,
And to embrace you rather than push you away?
Noone,Noone.Noone knows.
Noone knows these numbers.
Noone knows these names.
Noone knows how many feel diffident,
Nor how many feel shame.
Being alive is joyful!
Being alive is pain!
Being alive is all we have,
We’ll never be alive again.
I look into your eyes today
I sense your shame and woe.
I look into your eyes now
And tell you that I know,
Being alive is lonely.
Being alive is good.
Being alive is pain indeed
Unless you’re made of wood.






