Face to face came I upon this scene through someone new.
A certain man who lived his life, abiding by his rules.
On journey’s path he fell therein, and hard to him it seemed.
Came down with virus, deadly type. You know what this here means.
I saw him crawl in pain to move, when weakness there remained.
The death warrant, its darkened truth, was inscribed with his name.
By chance I saw the news one night, several weeks had passed.
They said he died – and I cried and cried – the pain he felt, I guessed.
While he was here, I tried to show support, to give him aid.
Though our beliefs weren’t eye-to-eye, my heart for him won’t fade.
When someone’s peering at the shore, and dying in your midst,
Extend your heart and hand to them, so grace will not be missed.