Song

Ask me of my hardships,
and I will tell you mine.
Tell me of your hardships,
and I will listen.

I will tell you about sorrow.
I will tell you about grief.
I will tell you about pain.
I will tell you about longing.

I will tell you about that feeling
when the quicksand
is pulling me in deeper and deeper
and then it stops halfway.

I will tell you about that feeling
when I am reaching my hand out
groping, grasping, gasping
and my fingertips just can't reach.

You will tell me about sorrow.
You will tell me about grief.
You will tell me about pain.
You will tell me about longing.

You will tell me about that time
when you never could have guessed
that the one you held onto like a lifeline
would be gone in the blink of an eye.

You will tell me about that time
when everything changed.
When your home vanished into the sky
any everything you knew vanished with it.

I will tell you about that feeling.
You will tell me about that time.
The media can scramble over events
but there is so much more below the surface.

I am sorry.
I do not have a story
of getting pierced in the heart
when it happened. It didn't.

You (yes, you) tell me it doesn't matter.
Ask me, is that okay?
It is okay, I tell you. You do not need
a breathtaking narrative.

Perhaps you have one
anyway.
Ask me, is that okay?
It is okay. It is okay, too.

We will tell each other about sorrow.
We will tell each other about grief.
We will tell each other about pain.
We will tell each other about longing.

Ask me of times, ask me of feelings.
Tell me of times, tell me of feelings.
We do not have to be the same.
We do not have to understand.

We only have to be there
through the sorrow, the grief
the pain and the longing.
Ask me, and tell me.

Be there for me,
and I will be there for you
Ask me, is it ok?
Someday, I will tell you.

Someday, we will be so beautiful
that we will be a song, dancing through time.
Someday, we will make people smile.
Someday, yes, it will be ok.