I see the hurt when I look into your eyes,
How you struggle to hold it and keep in bundled inside,
It drives a dull blade deep in my heart; it makes me want to cry,
So I offer you a hand to help wash away the rainy skies.
I’m running out of words, but I haven’t yet made my message clear,
So if none of this makes sense, I just want you to know I’m here,
As a musician, as a friend, as a teacher, as a student,
To grow and realize everything is in constant movement.
Each problem that we face is just a part of this movement.
It seems helpless, but if we stick together we’ll get through it,
And return to the essence from which we’ve been uprooted,
And wake humanity from these illusions.
Oliver Hart (Eyedea) // Here For You