I C U

You were standing at the register, freckle-cheeked and starry-eyed

Jewelry in your septum, purple hair badly dyed

And I waded through the space between the two of us like memoirs

You were barely seventeen, nursing suicide scars

Were that I can hold you like a father would

Through the tumultuous seasons of your childhood

Looked you in the eyes and I believe it was understood

I saw you

Now I'm alone with thoughts of you

And there's not a lot I can do

But I can sing a song for you if it makes you feel better

Like a magic spell in melody

For all the kids like you and me

Who don't know what we're supposed to be

You are loved

You are treasured

Were that I could hold you like a father would

Through the tumultuous seasons of your childhood

I look you in the eye, I declare, "You are good"

I have not been there

I don't pretend to understand the pain you've known

But I've travelled well

Through places where light has never shown

You're not alone

Were that I could hold you like a father would

Through the tumultuous seasons of your childhood

I look you in the eye and I declare, "You are good"

And I see you