When I say that it’s okay
I mean it’s okay to cry
Okay to scream
Okay to yell
Okay to wish he’d die

I’m not good at this stuff
I’m not good at comforting
Encouragement is not my gift
My gift is in listening

So please forgive my lack of words
My complete lack of finesse
I don’t know what to say to help
I don’t know what would be best.

I don’t know how to make it better
Or make it go away
I would if I could you know
And I’d make him pay

All I can do is sit with you
And hold you while you cry
I can’t make it better or make sense
But I’ll join in asking why

Please know that I love you
And I believe that you can do it
This may not make it easier
But together we’ll get through it