Medieval Garden of Sorrow

To one in Sorrow


Let me come in where you are weeping, friend
And let me take your hand.
I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,
Can Understand
Let me come in,I would be very still
Beside you in your grief;
I would not bid you cease your weeping, Friend, Tears bring relief
Let me come in,I would only breath a prayer
And hold your hand
For I have known a sorrow such as yours,
and understand."