For th washed,
The splintered,
And the torn.

For the withered,
The bitter,
And worn.

This is a beacon,
A flare if you must,
Into the sky,
Telling you that it's okay to cry.

Cry a river,
Cry a storm,
It'll make you feel better.

Cry a pond,
Cry an ocean,
It will only help.

Just don't leave,
I'll be with you every step of the way,
And then finally we shall see the day,
Of eternal peace prosperity and love.