Heart of Ice

To feel someone's pain, To connect with another's soul, To see the spectrum of emotions Is my true art. What do I know? I don't see people with my eyes, I perceive them with my heart, A heart that is now encased in ice. How do I live When my only strength has withered, When my purpose has faded? Without my empathy, I am but a hollow shell. ... ⲉⲙⲁⲏ