My heart has been beaten and left with scars…people don’t understand…when I don’t want to talk about them…and when I try to they have places to be…will anyone get to really know me…when my hands are open/when the world says they should be fists…
Gently hold my heart…inside your love…gently speak to my soul…when I feel so abandoned…when my mouth is dry…tell me that I am your child…when this life falls apart…out of my control…when my choices aren’t the best…because I know you love me…
As I look up to the sky…wanting some understanding…the situations that I am in aren’t forgotten…even when the past comes up…you have gently healed my heart…when I have nothing left…you show me who I am in your eyes…when I forget you gently remind me…
This world is tough…some of the things I’ve been through…no one should ever have to go through…but I am beginning to see your fingerprints…even through the pain…that wracks my body…when I get confused…you gently hold me…as I learn to talk to you more…