Your Shroud Of Turin

If I came to you dirty,
Would you wash my face?
Would you keep my impression?

If I came to you crying,
Would you wipe my tears?
Would you tell me about forever?

If I were blind
Would you be my eyes?
Would you see what I want to see?

If I were deaf
Would you be my ears?
Would you hear what I want to hear?

I must ask you this,
Because if I were asked the same,
I don’t know if I could