I wasn't surprised when you burstnThrough the door cryingnFor days your eyes were swellingnYou've got so many things on your mindnI want to helpnBut I know that I am part of the problemnnA need like yours is not so hard to understandnFor most mankindnYou need to keep your armour shinednWith other people's praising spitnBut sometimes that spit has acid in itnAnd I know that that's part of the problemnnAs you give and give and givenAnd don't get backnYou give innAnd I know that that's part of the problemnThere are so many parts to the problemnnCan I stroke your templenWill you lay it in my lapnCan I kiss your tears awaynCan I rub the knots from your backnCause I know that that's part of the problemnAnd although I am part of the problemnThere is one more thing I want to saynIn the hopes of making you feel betternnWill you write to the raindropsnWill you play with the animalsnCause they don't have an opinionnBut they have so much to saynWill you write to the raindropsnWill you play with the animalsnCause they don't have an opinionnBut they have so much to saynThey'll give and give and givenUntil you can give to yourself