This is me being poetic. ...sort of. Ready. Go.

It's the misunderstood who understand not to judge
It's the grudge undeserved that teaches us to forgive
It's the one who has nothing who knows how to give everything
It's the one told that he can't who edifies and inspires
It's the emptiness and sorrow that teaches us how to smile
It's the eyes that look up that embody humility
It's the cheeks streaked with tears that know the sheer joy of laughter
And it's the soul stained with heartache that truly knows how to love