• Quiet, my child.
    No tears will heal your broken heart;
    no cries will heal what's been torn apart.
    Talk to me.
    I'm here to listen to your pain.
    Wait--hush and listen to the pouring rain.
    It cries for you.
    Just hold my hand and we'll make it through.
    Just hug me; I'll see what I can do.
    I'm here.
    Trust me enough to talk to me, to explain.
    Just hold my hand, and listen to the rain.