More cold than the weather;

More bitter than the winds;

More harsh than the season;

Mankind's heart and its sins.

Had they never seen the smile,

On a little girl's face;

Rushing off with her new school bag to catch the bus;

Before her mother could tie her shoelace?

Have they never beheld the anxious fear,

In a father's tired eyes;

Who had stayed up all night long

By the bed where his ailing child lies?

Have they never heard the screams,

Of a new mother's labour pangs;

Soon changing to a whispered prayer,

When she held her baby in her hands?

Did they ever hear or see or feel the wonder called life?

Then regardless of parentage and identity they wouldn't have dismissed it with such slight.