For they eyes that have never seen,
For the ears that never heard.
For the joy that could have been,
For the rights never observed.
For the hands that never felt,
For the mind that could have thought.
While fate this deadly blow had dealt,
You died before you ought.
For the life that never lived,
For the mouth that never cried.
Never the chance to ask what you did.
Not even a plea before you died.
Now this question I am posing,
For the voice that no one knew.
Let me say, just supposing,
Instead of me, it was you.