if only an angel could take all your worries
and fly them straight to the moon
then a giant would send you a pillar of strength
and a poet would write you a poem
but there is no balm that I can put on
to keep your tears from falling
so I can only pray that fate makes you her favorite
one day soon
if I only could help you to cross these waters
I’d give you my hand
but you must go alone through the lonely river
find your own place to stand
but I’ll be waiting, I’ll be hoping and praying
you reach the other side
Pick you up, dry you off, bring you back to the
shoreline
if I can
Marybeth D’Amico, © 2005