You ask if I’ll
listen to your sad song.
You ask me what I
would do in your place.
Slowly, you look up,
show your tear streaked face.
Tell me the tale
that’s bothered you so long.
You tell me how they
treat you, so, so, wrong.
Your problems, they
are intricate, like lace.
You say you want to
leave without a trace;
so that the pain you
have will not prolong.
Rejoice, break free;
show them your true glory.
You’re confined. You’re
trapped, caught in their cages.
Hush, don’t worry.
It will all be okay.
Let me listen to
your somber story.
You can spill your
heart onto the pages.
Do not worry
darling, cry the night away.