I am humbled when I learn another's pain.
My head hangs in shame.
Who am I to complain?

Who am I to say my life is unfair
When I would never even dare
To bear the burdens that you bear?

For what is my life compared to yours?
I've never fought your ugly wars
Or had to dance to broken chords.

Yet I have grumbled, have wallowed in self pity
When there are others in every city
Living lives that are far from pretty.

But what can I do? It's your life not mine.
Can I change the fates of time?
Can I help this mountain climb?

And would you let me if I could
Extend the hand of brotherhood
And with you stand where none have stood?

But isn't that what I'm called to do—
To let my love envelop you
And, with it, bring strength anew?

So let me now extend a hand.
I'll pull you up and help you stand.

Where one sword falters, two even the score.
You will face this battle alone no more.