Baby, your eyes are dry,
No more tears can fall,
I can’t see your pain,
‘Cause I see you stand so tall.
The look upon your face
Is deep but masked somehow,
And the shadows in your eyes
Seem not to be there now.
I know that you must hurt;
I know you want to cry.
I know you can’t reach out;
I know you’d rather die.
The pain you feel inside
Is far too much to bear.
Please reach out, my girl,
And know that I’ll be there.
