The sight of men

It gets really hard to see how quiet we've all become, raging, consumed by the battles we fight inside yet silent in the face of men. There are so many things that I would do, if I could, to make things a little better. The desperate situations slightly brighter. I would trade anything for you to have a brief respite, no cost is too much for the smile of a friend. It burns me to see you hurt, but I will never speak, and you shan't too. All I will send is a prayer and a host of angels to see you through it all.