There are among us those with hidden fears Who whisper heartfelt prayers we will Never hear We are not witness to a private pain That no words can convey, no language Can explain No we cannot understand Our hearts can't feel, our minds Can't comprehend Only stirred to show respect For the purest form of faith they possess They still see sunshine in the rain Plant a seed on parched terrain For they trust in heart and mind that no tear is shed in vain And beyond the stormy skies Is a hope that never dies What of you and I? Can we achieve the same? There are among us those with empty arms Who long to fill the void with the Wondrous charms Of a child, a life to have and hold To love and cherish dear, to watch its' World unfold No we cannot understand Our hearts can't feel, our minds Can't comprehend Only stirred to show respect For the purest form of faith that they possess They still see sunshine in the rain Plant a seed on parched terrain For they trust in heart and mind that no Tear is shed in vain And beyond the stormy skies Is a hope that never dies What of you and I? Can we achieve the same? Every person has to whether his or Her own storm No one is spared though it can take On many forms Yet do we recognize it all comes From above? Uphold a faith that's strong? Accept It all with love?