He won't let me in;
he won't let me help him, God.
How do I help him if
he doesn't tell me
what's wrong and how he feels?
I've never seen him cry before;
it hurts so much to see him cry.
Just knowing that
his eyes are filled with tears
breaks my heart, and with
each tear that he sheds
a part of my hope dies.
I don't know what to do except
to wrap my arms around him,
to hold him tightly, and
to offer the only thing I posses:
my soul.