The silence said it all. Her sister was dead and mine was alive, I couldn’t give the one thing I could lend to see her smile. Her leg was broken, She sat in a chair, I could push but not provide. Take off my legs. Her tears weren’t falling, Mine still are, And still she is dry. Take my sorrow. Take my love. Take my hope. Lift my dampened skin and take the moisture. Cool your burning pain, So just for a second your eyes can close, And you can forget. Take my sleep.
