Woe

Woe to those
Who are beaten and bruised
Whose simple needs
Are always refused
How I wish they knew
That I am here
And always be willing
To dry their tears
Woe to those
Who have been cast away
And by everyone they love
They've been betrayed
How I wish they knew
That I am here
And always be willing
To dry their tears
Woe to those
Who have loved and lost
Who feel so pained
And distraught
How I wish they knew
That I am here
And always be willing
To dry their tears
Woe to those
Who want to give in
For they walk through life
Without a friend
How I wish they knew
That I am here
And always be willing
To dry their tears
Woe to those
Who are so weak
And haven't the courage
To even speak
How I wish they knew
That I am here
And always be willing
To dry their tears
Woe to those
Who know not they are loved
Who let themselves
Be pushed and shoved
Please listen
Know that I'm here
So come
Let me dry your tears