In the shame and darkened shade,
perhaps such shame being yours -
or do you carry theirs like the cross?
With a thorn-crown for gratitude

Scream for the pain that is yours,
or for what is theirs.
Give them the chance to see
the opportunity which they refused.

To die is to live -
Having died, your life can complete
Your point which may be mute or deafened later,
You may die this way - but if you never let them try
how can they ever see -