Let it go I’ll be there when you call. And whenever I fall at your feet. You let your tears rain
down on me. Whenever I touch your slow turning pain. You’re hiding from me now. There’s
something in the way that you’re talking. Words don’t sound right. The finger of blame has
turned upon itself. And I’m more than willing to offer myself. Do you want my presence
or need my help. Who knows where that might lead.