Who do you look to when you’re broken?
A shattered being upon the floor
Who puts the pieces back into place
When no one’s there but you?
Who holds the umbrella,
When the skies grow dark and fierce
When your hands are full
And the streets are empty of souls
Who wipes away the crystal tears?
Who sooths your shaken spirit
When things seem impossible
Who is there to help you through?
When all have abandoned you
When life seems to have no meaning
When you keep falling down no matter what you do
Who do you lean on,
When everyone is carrying their own burdens
Who listens to your troubles?
Who will always walk by your side?
When you’re all alone.