For when alone the road you must walk

And singly the trials you must bear

When through torrents of suffering and woe you must wade

Without companionship to hearken you

Or devotion to soothe your pain

When through territories unchartered you wander

Without any hope of return

When the very depths of hell you must conquer

To once more gaze upon heaven’s door

When all the world is against you

And you know you naught but grief and strife

And it seems as if not a single soul

Sympathizes with your plight

Remember this, my son,

And darkness shall be dispelled by light:

The road you walk may be less travelled

But travelled it is nonetheless

Look down and you shall see

Tracks of those at rest

Innumerable souls who walked with your uncertain gait

Who too never unclenched their hearts from their chests

For fear of being struck with the common affliction

 That painfully endearing fate

That leaves us blissfully ignorant of future scars

Oh, that heartfelt pain.