Feed Your Soul

I'm afraid of the space where you suffer Where you sit in the smoke and the burn I can't handle the choke or the danger Of my own foolish, inadequate words I'll be right outside if you need me Right outside What can I bring to your fire? Shall I sing

Little hands on a June evening/ As the stars are coming out/ He wants to capture fireflies,/ But he doesn't know how/ Tears run faster than those little feet/ Til Daddy says// Trust me, we can catch some light if we/ Have our eyes open when it comes/