I feel not your agony as you do
It strikes me across the canyon
And I can't help but stagger, overwhelmed

My empathy is a buttress
Built from your tragedy
(Pray forgive me)

There's little I can do across this divide
I know you not well enough to rush to your side

I muster what mana I can
Borrow from what gods will oblige
Gifted from those who insist

I know the language of suffering
I know which key this ache tastes of
I even know just the tune for this color of grief

And for a moment, I sing

I hope you recognize
The echo of your pain on the wind
From somewhere across the canyon