Feeling sorrow as if it were my own
My heart endures and fills with emotion
as if it were a glass of wine on a Sunday evening
It's quite beautiful,
the raw tissue, the scars, the strength withheld
The way you express yourself
I wonder, how are you able to take in these burdens?
Yet, here you are with your own.
Not in this position
Sometimes we wish it were different, sometimes we wish we could unsee
the errors, the faults
But then we see visions unfold
Don't forget about the doubters or the quitters, for they have their reasons
We chose this route
Set up the motivation
Giving advice, as if you held all the answers,
But you don't, do you?
Now tell me friend,
Do you need a friend, too?