de L'ABONDANCE DU COEUR
To care is to live with a weight
A weight that pushes, preys and bates your very bones
A weight that skimps against your skin,
wisps within your ears
Fills yours thoughts with worries,
with pains and ever-flowing tears
This weight it fills your soul with everlasting fears
Likewise, each year, love grows as lifetime nears
For the larger grows your heart, the tighter grows the strain
And the greater grows the rain, the more of yourself
You blame
Is the anguish worth the idyll?
You cannot help but ask
Is this life of love good fortune? A burden? The answer grasps your back
A voice, a face, a creature in a mask
A friend, a foe, a being dressed in black
He softly speaks your thoughts, he chatters like a bat
Though love is paired with pain, that pain is love itself
That stress, that guilt, that pressure, that weight that you must bare
Is there because you want it, is there because you care
To love and be loved back is all that one can ask
A creature with a voice, a friend dressed all in black
From your heart he knows the truth to all that you can ask
"Good fortune is the answer"
He whispers from your back