the randomness
the senselessness
you strive to make life count
and then it comes to this

and in the end
you're left with pain
and someone writes a song
and it just seems inane

there is no way
to justify
find meaning in your loss, you know
but still we try

there are no words
you need to hear
you only want the comfort
and it seems so clear

it's in our hearts
we want to take
your misery,
to share your grief
and ease the ache

well-meaning words
it's just the thought
and sinking down
too weak to stand
with arms you're caught

held up and loved
in silence there
is something more
than words can say
to show we care

a gentle touch
a quiet prayer  
the presence of
your faithful love
just being there....

just being there.