When the loss is great, when the feelings
are costly, and when there is mostly wrong
to the point of why me, you are not alone,
because faith is overflowing. There’s trust
along the river beds, there’s hope among
the warm streams, and there’s love within
the deep ocean seas. So believe me, I’m
sure, you are not alone, just like water is
pure. When the hurt breathes, then the
trust bleeds, and all the hope and the love
flows purity, inside and outside, to show
the ways are strong and life goes on, we
belong, you are not alone.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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