Interest

 

 

It didn’t interest me why you cried,

but that in the sob I heard the helplessness inside

I could not stop the pain if I had tried,

Oh broken one,

My son.

It didn't interest me why you laughed from the bottom of your soul,

but that in the laughter was a place that we both know

It didn’t interest me that you let your frustrations out,

but that from in the depths of your despair I heard you shout,

out loud,

or why you lost your way back when,

but that you found your way back in,

Oh faithful one,

My friend,

and it’s okay,

because it ain’t easy, Babe.

ldn