At night it's all right to cry, he said
If it's what your heart's saying to do
And it's all right to cry at the light sometimes
If that's what it takes you to pull through
It's all right, he sighed, to want different things
Than what those who love you want for you
And it's even okay to not know what to say
When others are hurt by your ways
Sometimes it's fine to cross one or two lines
To make right what might be done wrong
To make amends or fix might-have-beens
Or finally do what you lay awake dreaming
Lay wishing you'd the courage to do.
It's okay, he assured me, to be confused
By what I'm too nervous to say
And it's okay, he promised, to be sick of confusion
And just wish life would all go away
But I'll make you a deal, he said with appeal
If you'll love me the way I love you
Or even half as much, with every soft touch
I'll let you know it'll all be okay