Lend a hand when possible, embrace the crowd,
Some go through hell without a voice, feeling unbowed,
Don't ask me why they're not talking loud,
For many, it's not arrogance or pride, but a shroud,
They're just trying not to bother others with their brunts, endowed.

Lend them a hand, lend them your ear,
For in their plights, their pain must clear.
Pay the price whenever you can, Don't...