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Healing heart? You ask yourself.

Well what is wrong with her?

She smiles and laughs with friends (a wealth)

And through the throng does stir.

Her clothing rich if not the best,

Her coiffeur nicely combed.

I see no reason for despair

Her health seems good and strong.

Visit now the healing heart?

Say, what could be amiss?

I see the man whose love imparts.

I view their greeting's kiss.

Could she have hurts holed up inside

That no one else can see?

A hurt that crushes yet it hides?

Ah, friend please pardon me.

For I too cry in midnight hours

When all the world doth sleep.

And I too know of grief's deft power,

And secret pains I keep.

Forgive me if I pass you by

Each day as on I go.

For each of us doth surely cry,

Though no one ever knows.