Feel
the joy, the grief,
The
anger, the pain.
Feel
the folly of love
And
the hope that remains.
Know
the sadness that follows
The
thundering rain.
Feel
the fingers of fear
Driving
wise men insane.
Every
note, every song,
Every
hullabaloo.
All
the masses and mobs
Closing
all around you
Til
control is a stranger
And
options are few,
And
your once sage advice
Is
no longer in view.
It
strains beyond reason,
It
weighs beyond doubt,
The
burden the empath
Must
ferry about.
The
taking, the giving,
The
in and the out,
The
searching of souls
Within,
without.
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