The mother of the father of the child from God.

Can they really hurt,
when they hurt others?
Can they feel,
Like the heart of a solider?
Can the hear,
Like a falsly accused murderer in prison?
When they bleed,
is the blood black or more crimson?
When they run,
Is it in the way of a soccer player?
Can their hearts fill with joy and hope,
from a simple prayer?
Will the die,
From the birth of their first born child?
Will they cry,
if I were to die?