Talking does so much
But really does so little.
Your fears, your pain
The burdens of your day.
You carry them all,
And you dont try to hide
The angony of your life.
You tell me of your day
And of your so-called friends.
I talk and I listen
And of these things, i cry.
I want to help you.
I want to hold you.
But i can only talk,
And i can only listen.
The sorrows of my life
Will never match up to yours.
I only want to understand
But you say that i do not.
For to understand,
I must go through
The tortures of your life.
And that, you dont want.
You care about me so...
Brother and sister
Forever we will be...
But your so far away!
I can not help but weep.
My tears will fall.
Each one, a fear.
Each one, a prayer.
I want to help you
But how much can i really do?
I DO talk.
And i DO listen.
But you need more...
More than i can give you...
I lay on my bed
And i cry.
I cry myself into a sleep
Where there is no pain,
And there is no sorrow.
But even in my deepest sleep...
You will surely see my crying.
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