Monday, you're as happy as can be

Tuesday, pain in your eyes we see.

Wednesday, you don't smile at all

Thursday, you start to brawl.

Friday, you're still feeling kind of blue,

And all along, I am right here beside you.

For 7 days a week,

365 days a year,

Your sadness makes me weak.

For my questions you couldn't hear.

And I already know it would be useless

For you would only say,

Even though you're eyes remain lifeless,

That you are more than okay.

It is a skill to learn,

To trust what the heart yearns.

And remember when you obtain a harm,

We will be beside you with open arms.