By terry
Date: 3 November 2000
My Offer
The world is cruel babygirl
And there are things that you must face alone
Like pain
And loss
And your heart has been broken many times over
And I can't make it new again
But I can hold you through the night
And whisper I love you a hundred times.
And I can reach down
abd pull your icy feet up to my chest for warmth
And I can listen while you quietly talk
Telling me about what happened when you were a young girl
And I can get mad with you and curse the evil in the world
And hold your hand when you need to pray.
But mostly, babygirl I can only offer you my heart.
That overflows with love for you
So that its beat
will be a cadence for those nights
When only that steady beat can comfort.
That deepest part of your soul.
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