Dear Anna

It won't always hurt this bad, my love,
it won't always hurt.
You will have days when you can't stop crying,
there will be days when it won't stop raining,
there will be months when the sun won't shine,
but you won't always hurt this bad,
you won't always cry.

You know I catch your tears in a jar
and I count them one by one,
I know exactly how many there are.
I know you've cried more than your share,
more than you think is fair,
I know you think that I'm not there,
but I know too how weak you are,
how sad and lost and frail you are,
and I forgive when I'm not asked,
I protect when I'm forgotten,
and I'll hold on when you've let go.

I thought you should know.