Sitting silently nary a word
Nothing to say
No need to be heard
While broken people snap nearby
Help unspoken
Life sapped
They cry
Not I

Standing silently without speaking
Not my place
Not my brother for the keeping
While wounded people bleed and die
Help unsounded
Life needed
They cry
Not I

Stepping softly sifting syllables
Something to say
Sweet salve the soul is able
While hurting humans halt and sigh
Aid asserting
Life exalted
They cry
So do I