I was afraid to walk into my pain,
but I saw you standing there.
Your arms opened wide
so I’d slip right inside;
I could feel how much you cared.

 My tears fell like rain,
again and again,
but you gathered them all,
as you felt all my pain.

I know who you are,
for you’ve never been far.
I know that you care,
for you’ve always been there.

And though I may hurt
all the way to my soul,
you are the one
who has felt every hole.

 And so I will enter my pain, for I know,
you’ll always be standing there.

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