Empathy

What if I gave you my eyes What if I’d give you a chance to see If I’d let you see why it’s unfair Let you see what to me is repugnant And how it all seems repetitive What if I’d lend you my hands So you could touch the wounds I’ve covered And feel how withered they can get So you could be the lending hand And feel the sores reaching far left on your skin If for a day I’d let you walk with my feet So you’d learn how to stumble And then remember how to stand firm. So you’d lead others, who your steps do not know And be the first to step into the unknown What if I’d give you my voice Would you use it for good? Or would you crack it Hide it Say what I never said Would you take along my courage as well? What if I gave you my heart? So you’d feel my heart break when observing injustice My desperation of not being able to reach that other hand in time The burden I carry when in moments I forbid myself to speak Would you feel the same as me then? Could you say that you know me then?