And if I could become a man One that above this world would stand Above my fears my broken tears Above the taunting of my peers And what then would I come to know If pain in life could never show Then would I feel emotion true Or would emotions grow askew? It’s pain that makes us who we are And keeps our minds from drifting far Away from nature now our own Yet close to things, to us, unknown Now, on occasion we must see That pain does make us what we be It keeps us human in our minds And whispers to us sweet reminds It keeps with us a feeling real Of happiness and times ideal And keeps a faith we tend to lose When first our soul does start to bruise So heed my words and do not block Those times when pain finds you to mock Just think of greater times ahead Once this new pain you have then shed