You are sad and you tire,
You are so lovely to admire,
When the days become too much you will cry until dawn,
When dawn is unforgiving you pray for dusk,
You are not doing alright,
So I wish to hold your hand through this fight,
The day you have had enough,
Will be the day that I pick you up,
I would carry you on my back for however long,
People mistreat you,
People lie to you,
Dear Tilda,
I won't ever hurt you,
You are sad and you tire,
Let us walk through your fire,
And maybe one day I can you can let go of my hand