Who Will Hold Me When I Cry, Because My Pillow's Done Too Much Already
A Poem By Jean
Who wants to hold me while I cry?
Brush my hair, and fix my heart.
Let me lean on them awhile.
Who wants to help me find a smile?
Make me laugh, and touch my cheek.
Stay even if I'm okay now.
Who wants to make me feel special?
Because I can't do it by myself.
I wish I could,
But I can't.
I can't put my own heart back together.
I've tried so very hard.
But my hands keep shaking
And my heart keeps racing,
And I keep wishing for someone to hold me.
And tell me it will be fine.