you walk through the door
rejection wrote on your face
sadness clouding your eyes
i wrap you in the cocoon of my arms
laying your head on the cushion of my bosom
and say "tell me about it"
and you say "you can't understand"
you return to me with anger
seeping from your soul
i take some, and lay it upon my shoulders
too much will consume you
and I say "tell me about it'
and you say "you won't understand"
when the fight has gotten so bad
that you're beaten from the inside out
i am your doctor
wrapping your wounds with yards of love
with two tablespoons of compassion
and I say "tell me about it"
and you say "you don't understand"
the days I see your head becoming bowed
i soak my hands in oil to massage the kink away
so you can face straight on what is coming
and I say "tell me about it"
and you say " you would'nt understand"
when weariness covers your soul
your back so sore you can't stand straight
i become your easy chair, soft leather, recline
With a soothing lullaby
And I say "tell me about it"
And you say "you couldn't understand"
And I say "baby I do"
And you say "well, you shouldn't"
