I saw you sitting in the corner
Shaking hands, the pencil trembling
I looked down and saw your words
They trembled with your pencil
And the paper was marked with tears.
You were writing for me.

The next day, I was in the corner.
Shaking, trembling,
You saw me in the corner,
Scared as you were.
I was crying too.
Just like you were.
You took my hand
It was so warm and caring
And I wrote for you…

No…

We wrote for us.