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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
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
