Today is Sunday and the twenty-fourth.

To me it seems that this is just the worst.

Because of death I’ll travel to the north.

When troubles come along you are there first.

My heart is broken, but your shoulder’s there;

When tears are falling, your arms hold me close.

You tell me it’s ok and that you care

And you don’t mind my makeup on your clothes.

This pain I’m feeling cannot be denied,

But with you my emotions can come out.

With you I can be sad; I need not hide.

You comfort me and let me let it out.

I’m glad that I have you to help me feel.

And you and I, with lips, our love will seal.