If you only knew what I knew. If you could be like me;would that thine eyes could see what I see. Dear one, more understanding would come to thee. Being your keeper, does your suffering find its cause in me? Who is the warder and who the pitiable sleeper? If death comes before awake, pray to God your soul to take. Though they be several sizes smaller, Let me, say I, walk that mile in your shoes. We'll both have ample opportunity to sing the blues.
