I do not own Trigun / Vash "the Stampede": he belongs to the amazing Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.

Things Vash may have pondered, at least part of the time, during all the many years when he wandered alone.

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Compassion

Alone again, I had to flee

But who would walk this path with me?

While selfishly, I crave a friend

I fear, for them, wounds would not mend

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Another scar soon I will have

Rem is not here to call me brave

Is it courage that I feel

When eyes meet mine, that want to kill?

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No, what I feel is called concern

Since for true peace, their hearts don't yearn

A little love a long way goes

I feel my heart sink to my toes

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So much to learn, with lives so brief

'Tis small wonder that so much grief

Darkens their eyes, they see through pain

And miss a healing offer plain

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I must forgive them for their hate

Their lives so short, I cannot wait

I may not see these souls again

Alas, we could not part as friends

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I hate them not; their pain, like mine

Can blind them to Your grand design

I hope that I am learning still

To know, in part, what is Your will

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I am not free from doubt or fear

At times, it seems, they grow each year

I understand not what You've planned

Still, I choose life within Your hand