In the dark.

In the dark I am there to listen.
You don't need my lips or my mind, just my ears.
Tell me of your troubles, and I will hear you out.
Cry upon my shoulders, leave them dripping with your tears.

In the dark I am the consistent breathing.
There for you when you lose your breath.
You don't need my hands to hold you up, or my fingers to pull up your frown.
But my shoulders are here in case you need to lay down your head.

In the dark I am the screaming.
There to scream when you've lost your voice.
You don't need my arms to keep you warm or help you stand.
But my voice is there for you when yours becomes coarse.

In the dark I am there to listen.
You don't need my lips or my mind, just my ears.
Tell me of your troubles, and I will hear you out.
Cry upon my shoulders, leave them dripping with you tears.

And in the dark I'll smile at you.
Even though I know you can't see me.
You don't need much from me, sometimes not even a shoulder.
But when in doubt its here for you, along with everything I have in me.