Softly, in the silence of the morning
I felt your need, and heard your tears fall
And in sympathy I grieved
Because I could not call
To allay your fears
To see you smile, away from tears
Is all I ask for me
Then; will what has gone before
Become a memory
Bereft of fears
Give me your troubled heart to nurse
To mend which gives you pain
To gently right the wrongs
With understanding
And make you whole again
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