Who listens when the ear begins to whisper
Who hears what the ear has to say
Who knows what the ear has to tell him
If all the ear has told him is lies all day
Who can gaze into the eyes and see what they are speaking
or touch the fingers and learn what they are seeking
Where then do the shoulders lean
or who will carry the weary feet
Who massages the weary hands
and where turns a cheek for warmth
Who will comfort the tear
Who has been wiped away?
