Wounds of a Friend

Please get off the floor.
Please don't cry, I don't think I can take much more.
Don't look at me that way,
And for God's sake, don't not look at me.

What is this that has swollen in you,
It's like a blister of pain.
Whoever rubbed you the wrong way to cause this,
Well, I wanna have a lil one on one with them.
Who could do this, take God's beautiful desert flower,
And so ruthlessly tear at her.

Please, don't weep anymore, and when that pain rises again,
Don't let it reign, it hurts me too much.
I can't...I can't.

I Can't.

Who is this about anyway? All I say is me, I, and myself.
Is this not your pain, is this not your struggle?
Yet I focus on me, how I feel.

Cry, if you need to cry, cry,
And if you want, I will lend you my shoulder.
I will hold you and keep you safe.
Or maybe you want to be alone, that's ok too.
I will step back, but only if thats what you want,
Because right now, in this moment, with all of us hoping you'll be ok,
It's about you.

It's about you.
It's about making you know you are loved.
It's about making you know that pain will fade.
I can do this, for you.

So feel as you have to, and know, I'm here for you,
And I care, and I can't wait to see you rise from this,

Stronger than ever.