
I cannot take your pain
Since I would be a thief
To take what isn’t mine
You do not need my crime
I cannot hear your groans
In midnight’s silent breaths
That grow loud in your head
As Sleep stands you up again
I cannot taste the last drops
Of the bottle, your sole mate
Though I wish I could know
What your thirst feels like
I cannot stop your crying
Or know the river’s source
But as you climb the mountain
And it starts to get steeper…
Know that it will descend
When you get to the other side
