You think you’re weak,
but I stand in awe of your strength—
how you hold your circle together,
the quiet glue that keeps them steady.

I love being the calm in your storm,
the shoulder you trust,
where you lay your weary head,
my shirt catching the tears you won’t let fall.

I see the soul you’ve grown into—
the one you once looked up to,
the parent who leads with love,
the heart everyone turns toward.

So now, take your rest with me.
Let me hold what you’ve carried too long.
Lean into my arms and be unburdened—
I’m here to lift your worries away,
forever and always.