Look at me,
here I am,
saying nothing,
just holding your hand,

You cry out of sorrow,
your tears hitting the ground,
I can feel your sobbing,
but hear little sound,

"What have I done?",
is all you seem to say,
you now realize your decision,
has a price to pay,

Look at you,
gripping my hand,
you brought this on yourself,
that I understand.