Who can know the troubles of your heart, <br />Or why you smile your broken smile. <br />Who knows where to start <br />With a shattered heart living in denial. <br /> <br />Who can see the torment at home, <br />Or why you cry in the hall. <br />Who can say that they leave you alone <br />Or that they truly know you at all. <br /> <br />Who can pick you up after a stumble <br />And wipe away your tears. <br />Who is there to hear your whispered mumble <br />And to scare away your deepest fears. <br /> <br />Who can save you from the darkness <br />And deliver your soul into the light. <br />Who is there to see you are helpless; <br />Who is there to help you fight. <br /> <br />Who could know that you threw it all to hell, <br />Or that they lost something important. <br />Who could say, or who could tell <br />Now that the world is different. <br /> <br />Who knew what was really said <br />And why it was said that way. <br />Who can say their heart feels like lead, <br />Not knowing if it will last the stay. <br /> <br />Who can rise above the flames, <br />To create a new beginning. <br />Who can forget the blame <br />And begin their joyeous singing.<br /><br />Aaron Priestly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-knew-8/
