YOUR PAIN IS MINE

YOUR PAIN IS MINE

From the time you were a babe
Crying in the night alone
I would hurry to your side
Your pain was like my own.

I wasn't sure just what to do
Or if what I did was right -
I just held you very close and
Rocked away your tears that night.

At school, your tears fell often
With children's cruel jokes;
You didn't have a Dad around
So different than other folks.

You had to come home after school
And help out here at home;
You didn't complain at all -
But sometimes, when you were alone

I heard your cries of anquish,
Saw the tears you tried to hide;
You tried to keep the pain from me
Somewhere so deep inside.

So many times in your young life
When you bravely tried to shine
Hurts tumbled down around you -
And yes, your pain is mine.

I could tell you to keep trying,
To hold your head up high -
If I could only make things good
And never have to say goodbye.

I wish that I could hold you
And rock away the tears;
I wish that I could somehow
Change all the sad, sad years.

Instead I watch you struggle,
Trying still to walk the line;
How much can a young man stand?
I wonder - and your pain is mine.

Countrymom
11/12/02

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