I can tell by that look friend, that we need to talk.
So come take my hand and let’s go for a walk.
See I’m not like the others -I won’t shy away.
Because I want to hear what you’ve got to say.
Your child has died and you need to be heard.
But they don’t want to hear a single word.
They say your child’s with God ,so be strong.
They say all the “right” things that somehow seem wrong.
I’ll walk in your shoes for more than a mile.
I’ll wait while you cry and be glad if you smile.
I won’t criticize you or judge you or scorn.
I’ll just stay and listen ’til night turns to morn.
Yes, the journey is hard and unbearably long.
And I know that you think that you’re not quite that strong.
So just take my hand ’cause I’ve got time to spare.
And I know how it hurts, friend, for I have been there.
See, I owe a debt you can help me repay.
For not so long ago, I was helped the same way.
And I stumbled and fell through a world so unreal.
So believe when I say that I know how you feel.
I don’t look for praise or financial gain.
And I’m sure not the kind who gets joy out of pain.
I’m just a strong shoulder who’ll be here ’til the end.
I’ll be your Compassionate Friend !!!