Don’t we all have it?
Or something like it?

I mean, hasn’t a bomb ever
blown your life apart?

Or taken someone close to you?

I’m asking you, doesn’t the sky fall
on each of us?

Aren’t we all rowing
a sinking boat?

But you say your pain
is greater than mine.

And I say, that may be,

so why aren’t we
comforting each other?