Fiddler on the Roof

That broken house is there for all to see –
But what of the broken heart?

The wounded flesh one can hardly hide –
But what of wounded pride?

An enemy's betrayal we all grieve –
But what if a friend were to deceive?

Bullets and sabers cut bloody deep
But what of the sharp word and the hurtful deed?

All unseen pain hurts doubly beneath,
When there is no one else to share it with...