I picked up my pen
To write to you
Letting you know I feel your pain
And I wish I could go through it with you
But I think I'm human
I read the story your face tells
In every look
Your days wept
And I wish I could wipe your unseen tears
But I think i'm human
I know your yesterday has more against tomorrow
Your past still hindering the view of the future
You are still skeptical about now
And I wish I understand more than you told me
But I think I'm human.
- O. N. Justice