When?
When I'm hurt?
Trying to act brave like I'm not in pain.

I just feel this warmth surrounding me.
Caring for me unselfishly.
I just know tender was the arms (the arms) that held me.

Putting my mind at ease and it's so great having someone to love me.

When I cry?
Yes, tears rolling down my face.
I feel the warmth of hands rubbing them away.

I just know tender was the arms that held me.
And a sweet word of a voice bringing comfort to me.

So tender.
I remember.
So tender was the arms that held me.

Yes, so tender.
Yes, I remember was the arms that held me closer.