We cannot always see our brother's heart br And have perception only partially. br We weep for what of love mankind has shown; br Also for that which we have never seen. br We weep for freedoms we no longer sense; br The things we do not know how we have lost. br That spirit deep inside longs to be free~ br It has no voice, no way to show itself br Yet clearly might be seen by every man. br Sad secrets biding deep in hearts of pain br Their private thoughts kept silently anon br And lives that, burdened down with all of theirs, br Cannot reach out nor even understand br This need. How can such secrets be unveiled? br The understanding we perhaps could give br Must silent be in unknown paths as these. br Those hesitations only recompensed br By speed of light, of understanding how br Held in the gifted minds of they who know- br Those buried secrets we can never find, br But only hope that they in future show br And all will come to understand in time.