What could be so powerful yet not seen for
a man to cross the gulf between freedom
for himself but slavery for his people?

What could be such a mystery that a man
would never know why a woman could feel
so empty after her baby is born?

What could be so sad about a man’s passing
that the memory of his life as a part of your
own becomes who you once were?

What could be so dark in the night that the
light that draws a man near to you neither
reflects or absorbs the sun until after it sets?

What could be so deep about lust that a
man would give up his soul for one night
only to destroy the woman he loves?

What could be such a reason to love that
a man can know not by her touch but by
how purpose is unafraid to live once again?