Why must the ones we love hurt.
I think it more a torture.
My heart aches.
To watch you. Distressed. Weight down with your hardship.
I feel for you. I feel it too.
My heart cries.
To hold your cold hands.
You know I would forsake myself before I would ever forsake you.
I'm always here.
Hanging On.
Never going to leave you hanging.
If only I could heal you with my small hands. But they are cold too.
If I could, I would take it all away for you.
Misery's business. But I can't.
Not I, But He can.
He can give you hope.
And better yet.
Peace.

Baby, Let me see you not fall down but to stand upright.
Let me see your eyes squint between the lines of your bright smile.
Please baby...be strong.