You Ask Me To Be Strong –
To Nourish You,
As A River Feeds The Roots Of The Weeping Willow
On Its Banks.
You Ask Me To Be Brave –
To Comfort You,
As A Parched Traveler Finds Shade At An Oasis
In The Arid Desert.
But What If The River Has Run Dry?
What If The Constant, Burning Sun
Has Dried Up The Shade Trees,
And There Are No Rain Clouds In Sight?
What If All That Is Left Is Scorched Earth,
And There Is No Way Of Knowing
When The Drought Will End?