I hear the frustration in her voice;
I see the trembling of her heart
I know; she thought and still thinks I really don’t care
Isn’t that sort of after the fact?
She tries not to cry; but I know her well,
I know her heart is way deeper than any well
I know – she wishes she had done something else
Something; that might have saved him, I see different
How about the pastor who’s faith was shown to be weak?
The slain man’s wife, who believed her Jesus would speak?
How about those who stood by; caretakers
Who did nothing but commit him to the undertaker?
I’m not trying to make her forget; no
I’m here to show her there’s another road
I don’t cry anymore, I’ve lost the ducts
In my eyes, but my heart bears the hurt
And no matter what she believes; I care enough to bother,
Because she’s my friend, and I don’t want another
Here; take my hand I’ll always be here
There; wherever you are, have no fear
I won’t leave you, even if you say I should,
I know you’re hurting, don’t worry – he understands
He’s glad and grateful at least he got to know you.