If you should think I shy from your sad heart,
Be still, and know I could not turn away.
I seek to make your tears and cries depart,
And waken you to see the light of day.
Your quiv'ring lips and shaking pale cold hands
Do make such pity rise up in my soul.
The love I feel from high in me demands
I try my best to make your wounds feel whole.
As thoughts are spilled and secrets rise from dust,
Your downcast frame within my arm is clutched.
When humble words turn doubt to lasting trust,
Minutes turn to days; two hearts become touched.
Let sorrow run; let unhappiness flee,
For I am here with you; and you with me.
