Your glazed eyes show no gladness.
Your life seems full of sadness.
You make your arm bloom like a rose
I always long to hold you close.
I want to help and share your pain.
I want to wash your salty stain.
I try to wipe away your tears,
And help to calm all your fears.
Yet it seems you pull away.
You care not of what I say.
So here I stand, I yearn, I hope.
I dream of you from knotted rope.