Here is my soft shoulder,
soft as wet earth can be.
Come, and shed your tears,
let them fall on me like rain.
Come, and tell me what’s wrong,
we can’t always be strong.
Come, and share your pain,
together, we’ll brave the rain.
I may not have the answers,
I may not have the cure,
but here is my soft shoulder,
soft as wet earth can be.
Soft Earth
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