I've held a lot of hands
while they walk through their hard times
while I go through mine
without a word of advice
People feel free to cry on my shoulder
when I hold back my tears
in fear of those seeing
my possibility of weakness
I can't say I've heard it all
but for once I know how you feel
because I feel the same
deep down inside
some where far away
my dormant heart lays
in wait
Will you take my hand
and show me the way?
You don't have to
with time you learn
to put your problems away
and let others
pour their heart out to you
until you forget
how to treat yourself
or who to be