I don't know you,
Or the hurt you've been through.
I haven't seen your tears,
Or been with you all these years.
I never watched you struggle,
Or listened to your troubles.
I don't know the beat in your chest,
Or how you wish it would rest.
I never felt your pain,
Or that internal rain.
But I know your scars,
They were written in the stars.
Like the ones that riddle my arms,
Such horrible bad luck charms.
I don't even know you,
But I pray that you'll fight through.