10 January 2013
Seeing his tears and seeing his pain, Is like swallowing acid rain. It makes me upset to see him so, With his eyes down low, And his heart on his sleeve, And asking every one else to leave.
Even though I want to comfort him, While his happiness is growing every so dim. My help he pushes away, Even though I yearn to stay. I want to put his worries to rest, Even though this is the ripple, Before the wave's crest.
Help You • Opuss № I