I WILL BE THERE

When the lights are on,

But for the moment you are blind;

When there is music but

All you hear is your name;

When the lump in your stomach

Signals to you a sense of loneliness;

When listening to friends

Just doesn’t seem to interest you

When the darkness of death seems

To be the brightest part of life

When you try to analyze you actions

And the results leave no understanding;

When you feel as ugly and unwanted a

As a begging drunk in the city streets;

When you feel as abandoned as

A bee in an empty hive;

When you walk for miles and miles

Around a single deserted tree

And just like its leaves shed in fall

So do the tears trace your face.

That’s when you need to be heard,

That’s when you need to be loved,

That’s when I will be there.