Another

You ran over to help me - why when I was nothing to you? You stopped your car, got out and stopped your time for me - why when I was nothing to you? You took off your coat and wrapped it over me in the freezing winds - why when I was nothing to you? You jumped into the water, swam to me drowning to die - why when I was nothing to you? You fought through flames and hid your cries to free me from fire - why when I was nothing to you? You broke the wall with bleeding bare fists to get me out alive - why when I was nothing to you? You came to see me in hospital to wish me well, a stranger by my side - why when I was nothing to you? You answered my question why you risked your life to protect my life not knowing me from the land, sea, sky under the moon. You held my hand and words fell from your smile words that will never lose this hopeless fool. You said so softly you helped another because you couldn’t see another in such fear, so lonely or cold or in so much pain, you said you didn’t think about the risks you faced to stop another from an early grave. Another time, another place I’d hope I’d have the instinctive courage do the same. Can humanity be the care of a strangers hand to protect another human from feeling pain? Is humanity seen like the stars in the sky when you give a part of your soul to help another on their way?