Do not despair, oh crying one
all is not yet lost.
Despite all the myriad and tangled woes
that heap themselves upon you,
clinging and clutching,
suckling at your soul,
respite can still be found.
Cast off the shackles of depression,
break down the walls doubts have built,
and let your cry come onto me.
I'll absorb your sin and pain,
take it in, make it my own.
Leaving you free to go forth
into this world of endless trials.
Unfettered and unencumbered.
Ready to make new doubts,
more disappointments and mistakes.
And let your cry come onto me,
again.