Is that the rain or tears on your face?
I can trace
the years that have no place
in your eyes.
Is that the wind or a cry
in your voice?
Do the sighs I hear
linger by choice?

Is that quiver in your hand
from the cold or the pain?
Do you wish to go on or do I stand here in vain?

Do I hold out my hand
or grab you ‘fore you fall?
Should I give or demand
or should I care at all?

Do I hear you clearly?
What can I do?
Have the dreams you’ve held dearly
been ripped from you?

Should I hold you tight
or would I just make it worse?
Should I shut off the light
or is darkness a curse?

I stand here feeling the sorrow in your eyes.
I stand here feeling the cold and the pain.
I want to heal you ‘fore that warm light dies.
Are those tears I see, or is it the rain?