If you’re going through hell,
May I be your drops of rain?
If in your sadness you dwell,
May I ease some of your pain?
If the world has gone black in your melancholic eyes,
May I be a your candles giving out light?
If you’re sinking deeply in your cries,
May I, for once, become your white knight?
If all you know is grief,
and all you feel is ache,
May I become your sigh of relief?
Or a hand of support that you can take?