Weeping

My mother holds me all night
And all of the day
And when I weep there's nothing you can say

And my brother offers (to me)
His hope and his love (a picture he drew)
When I wept it didn't seem enough

And my father cried
When I had hurt his pride
And when I wept it seemed that we both died

My sister sent me a picture
From her honeymoon
And from her life I felt so far removed

My lover holds me all night
And all of the day
And our weeping is like the river rapids