Lift your head and wipe your tears on my sleeve.
The day is done.
It wasn’t fun,
But days like these, they never are.
There’s nothing hangs with quite such heaviness
As hours thickly barred
With unsaid thoughts
And long goodbyes.
It’s time to go, so wipe your eyes,
And in the early morning rain,
We’ll face the dawn, and breathe again.