A universe lies behind every smile,
masking galaxies and dimensions new.
To just travel through would take a great while
and even then you would have seen merely a few.
Surrounded by vultures hungry for blood,
the delicate don a noble facade.
But like a decrepit dam against flood,
negative affliction will soon pervade.
As I am one of the most fragile kind
who had once believed that death had no sting,
I vowed from that day on to be not blind
to the fledgling dove with a broken wing.
Defy these contracts to which we are bound.
Please, feel for those who suffer without sound.