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Sometimes, all you can do is love.

It’s out of your hands,

It’s beyond your understanding,

And soon you find yourself powerless.

It’s like watching a show on television,

Like a football game or the news

And you know what should be done,

And you know what should be said,

But none of it’s done your way,

And, though you’re helpless,

You don’t think it.

But it’s worse with people you love,

And you do think it,

And you wait for the call,

And you wait for safety,

Theirs or yours, you don’t know,

You’re so utterly bound together

You can’t even breathe for sadness.

All you can do is love, and love, and love.