Light me a fire and tell me your sorrow.
I promise my friend I'll be here tomorrow.

Speak of your pain and tell me what ails you.
Speak of your worries and what entails you.

Show me your scars your wounds that haunt you.
My ears are yours, I'm not here to taunt you.

It's not that I care or that I'm empathic.
If my trust you seek your story be tragic.

Suffering takes courage and its courage I trust.
If you want my hand, it's courage or bust.