i hate to see you hurting;
for you the sunset weeps in pale pink
and veils the moon with mist-streaks.
may i take your hand? if i can
i'll walk you to a resting place
and your world can disappear.
you don't have to force a smile to your eyes
(the sky is dark, it hides what you want
let me be your garden, love, i'll protect you
within my walls, let you forget
the world until you're ready to face it.