It is hard to see the sorrow in your eyes to hear it in your voice.
To be so helpless, to have no words, to not know what to do!
How hard to know the pain you bear, a loss that no amount of time repairs.
And here I stand like an intruder watching from the outside.
The sorrow alone is yours, the anguish, fears, and regrets.
And here I stand just like a mute and cannot speak a word.
How I wish to be instantly transformed to one who knows just what to say.
Maybe, then I could take away the sorrow in your voice and erase the fear there in your eyes.
Instead, I just stand aloof, paralyzed, silent, and helpless.