If we had known the sadness that lay behind your bubbly smile,
we would have stretched our hands of help across the weary miles.
If we had known that trouble waited in the wings to kill,
we would have tried to intervene, and that we’d do now still.
If we had known in such short time you would from us be gone,
we would have said, “OH FRIEND, BEWARE, SOMETHING HERE SEEMS SO WRONG.”
But we, not knowing, cannot change our part; we had no clue,
that one cruel act would leave us cold, without the joy of you.