Look my way and touch my eyes,

Which see your sadness and your love,

Look my way and see my tears,

Which feel your sorrow and your loss,

Look my way and hear my voice,

That speaks in earnest truth,

Of many things too long unsaid,

Of love astray in a cold, cold wood,

Of chances missed, of learning lost,

Of sagas left untold,

Look my way and see the flesh,

That slept too long,

On a bleeding bed of thorns,

Which bleeds yet still on roses red,

Whose petals fall to ground,

To grow anew,

A higher love,

A love of all mankind,

The antidote to hate,

A love now shared by few.