Trouble me, 
disturb me 
with all your cares 
and you worries.
Trouble me 
on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend 
underneath this burden 
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.

Speak to me, 
don't mislead me, 
the calm I feel means a storm is swelling;
there's no telling where it starts 
or how it ends.
Speak to me, 
why are you building 
this thick brick wall 
to defend me 
when your silence is my 
greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend 
underneath this burden 
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.

Let me have a look inside these eyes 
while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them 
just because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep 
with a "There, there, now stop your turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.

Spare me? 
Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, 
disturb me 
with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me 
and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There's more, 
honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me

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