What Can I Do?

I’m somebody who catches strayed glances of sadness
I’m somebody who can hear a tragedy in one sentence
I can tell if your soul is in chaos and have no words at all
Because what can I do
What can I do?
 
I’m a nice sweet Christian white girl
With a poster home life to boot
I don’t get half your dirty jokes
Probably can’t even think on the same wavelength as you
Never done drugs
Hardly drink
Decently talented with a pen and ink
So how can I speak all the words I mean so deeply
Because how can you even relate to me?
 
Sometimes I wonder if I will just explode with suppressed love
That I can never express cuz it’s really weird to do that
My heart burns for every sad story, glance and joke I’ve ever heard you say
But what can I do
What can I do?
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Here’s what I have, all that I can offer
Is the love God put there to begin with
If you need it I’m also cool to sit with you while you cry
I can deal with it
I feel so helpless in an ocean of tears
There’s not enough healers to bring comfort here
I offer my hands, Father, give me something
To give to them, I’d give anything
I just wish they knew how deeply they are loved by you
But what can I do
What can I do?
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