I mirror myself in his eyes
He whips them and I crawl
His countenance, I await
He smiles and I stand tall
Please approve;
I carry his sorrow
I am his sorrow
His hand embraces mine,
covering me with sin
Love, he says, for us
and pushes deep within
This is me;
Carrying his sorrow
Being his sorrow
I bear our shame in silence
Stupefied by pride
But here, for your indulgence
I am your cherub guide
Take from me;
Carry his sorrow
Be his sorrow
