I Hate It When You Cry :'(

Little girl in the corner, alone inside your room,
I see you from the doorway, but my legs refuse to move.
I want to pick you up, and take away the pains,
chase away the sadness, and bleach out all the stains.

Others don't see your sorrow, you hide behind a mask.
Deep inside it's killing you, and I want to help so bad.
Of all the things I messed up, leaving you was the worst,
maybe if I had stuck around, your vains would not have burst.

All I have to give to you, a heartfelt warm embrace,
a prayer to God to aid you, and my sleeve to wipe your face.
I feel the teardrops trickling, down my shoulder blade.
I hate to feel you cry, it makes my heart afraid.

Man conflicted with stress, sickness and loss,
you take all upon yourself, your agenda is filled across.
I watch you work yourself to death, every single day,
I wait, but still I've yet to see God give you any pay.

I cannot comprehend His ways, but my faith is still with Him,
in Heaven you will receive your reward, I'll believe that to the end.
I feel I must be honest, I wish to tell no lie,
I want to make you feel better, because I hate it when you cry.

All I have to give to you, a heartfelt warm embrace,
a prayer to God to aid you, and my sleeve to wipe your face.
I feel the teardrops trickling, down my shoulder blade.
I hate to feel you cry, it makes my heart afraid.

It already hurts to know, that one of you is broken,
but two a day is madness, like salt on a wound wide open.
So I'll pray for a better tomorrow, for each of you tonight,
that you might laugh in chorus, and smile at the coming Light.