One drop, a part of a flood, the disaster which drowns me in fears,
Your heart laid bare, your composure slipped, a happy life killed by your tears,
You are so strong, a monument of control, your sorrow makes me weak,
To end your pain, make you smile again, the cure I will forever seek.

You know this, but you need no one, your strength and prowess will serve you well,
Be it pride or fear, lessons once learned, even if you need me I don't think you'd tell,
But I will wait, in vain who knows, for the one chance that you do one day,
In that moment of weakness, when you yearn for me, to say it will be okay.