I'm sorry that yours was the van
that finished the life of a dying man
I'm sorry that the road you were on
was in my native land
and I wish that I could set you free
of all your painful memories
but I really don't believe that I can
all that I can do
is to be a friend to you
all that I can say is that I care
and if you need some kindness
to help you make it through
I hope you'll always know that I'll be there
when the ones who brought you to this world
treat you like a weed that just won't die
despite all the poison that they feed
and the way that they can break you till you cry
when love is always an apology
you can't help just believing it's a lie
but loving them is not like loving me
I see in you the love you try to hide
all that I ask is for you to know
that all that it can be is what it is
what happens in this life
and all the crosses that we bear
we simply can't forget till we forgive
I know you've thought before
that a woman was the key
to making you become a better man
but you and I both know
that that woman isn't me
you must do it with your own two weary hands
you don't need anyone just to validate yourself
but you don't have to make that sacrifice
let tenderness be the hand that will
release your burdened heart from its device
and all that I feared
before you were here
are all the things I conquer every day
you gave me my strength
just by showing your own
knowing that there was no other way.
