you tell me that you're very sad
i cannot help; it makes me mad
that i can't take the pain away
(i scrabble for the words to say)

i sit and hear you talk to me
and wish that you could only see
the things i'd do to make you smile
(and when you've gone, i sit awhile

and cry. because i'm sad as well
but know it would be wrong to tell
when you are fighting with the grey)
i so want you to be okay.