Don’t Tell Me that You Understand

Don’t tell me that you understand,
Don’t tell me that you know.
Don’t tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.

Don’t tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed.
That I am chosen for the task,
Apart from all the rest.

Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.

Don’t stand in pious judgment
Of the bonds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to grieve,
Don’t tell me when to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you and your love …
Unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, “My friend, I care.”