I knew a man who wasn’t whole
A kind but troubled, gentle soul.

Words to comfort him were spoken
Yet to him they were a token
Can’t you see that I am broken?

I understand - am here to listen.
What is it that you are missing?
My head’s been heavy for a while.
It often takes a lot to smile.
But I don’t moan; It’s not my style.

With that, the man went on his way
To cope alone another day.