Are words enough?

To speak of you, are words enough or am I just filling void in the realm of time? Where do I find the phrase to speak of your courage, how can I pretend to know your sorrows? How do you keep on walking when my legs feel faint just seeing your burdens? Tears well up but my anger is quick to dry them. I feel stupid for even contemplating that I may touch your scars, and feel the pain you felt. When I watch you, I see a smile that stands up right in the face of adversity, yet I know that had I been you I would have lost my way a long time ago. I cannot know what it was like when your father was shot and killed before your innocent eyes. I would not be able to carry the anguish of not knowing if my mother is still alive . Knowing she was violated by strange man, their eyes void of pity and their souls poisoned by the thirst of their lust. No one knows your story. No one will ever know of your journey. Though you are an unsung hero, and this not by choice, please know, you are a better man, and I wish you justice, peace, and a place to call your home...