Unless there’s an unknown phantom on my shoulder crying
Unless my arms are somehow bound, and no means of untying
Unless my bloods gone cold, and the soothing warmth I lack
Or I’ve been decapitated, which I hope it never comes to that
My arms will always comfort you, even at the break of dawn
Though if you can wait till noon, it wouldn’t do any wrong
You can cry an ocean, and dry it up with your angers heat
I’ll just bring some sun lotion, ready for anything I meet
Tell me of those who ever hurt you, and I’ll kiss every single scar
If you’re afraid of those monsters at night, I’ll leave the door ajar
If you think I am in discomfort, I’ll call you psychotic
You’re the one who needs comfort, and I’m the one who’s got it
So Let your tears flow into my desiccated land; overtaken by a drought
Soften the earth of my heart; shape it into the comfort you sought
Even if Time passes, I’ll hope that in many years
That As I comfort you, I’ll gather just enough tears
To grow a tree, aged and wise, to shade you from the sun’s dislike
To climb this tree of great stature; see your guiding star at night
So if I’m not here, you’ll never be lost or stuck in a mess
I know that all the stars will guide you out of any darkness
They’ll direct you to the crescent moon, and I’ll pray you’ll
Climb your towering tree, and mount the glowing cradle
So it’ll rock you to sleep, and your cares will fall into the sea
You’re heart healed, soul mended; living life like you should be
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Submission Name: I'll Comfort You
