Where are the shields of faith and Mustard seeds
just broken dreams, so many needs
Out here in the cold, cold February night.
She cries her tears, makes her pleas,
Shakes her fears in a frigid breeze,
And can't believe it could ever be alright.
No moon above, no lovers love,
No calming voice, there's no choice,
No arms around her in the night,
A child weeps, the blood it seeps
A knife against her snow white throat, her heart, her soul
Could you try find some grace,
To look honestly within her face,
And say the words she needs to hear.
Or is your heart so stone cold dear,
Or are you lost within your fear
Or righteous in your judgements of her weaknesses.
slow down you're movin too fast,
Can't we make the moment last
The turtle cries,
But don't you see, she's a turtle too,
Swimming on and swimming through
60 miles per hour it's true
out where the seagull flies
We can't change who we are,
Searchin for that shining star,
reflected on the waters round us,
maybe its not meant to be,
too much damage to be free,
too much baggage to begin to trust.
Hearts they break, when love's at stake,
a tender reed, it starts to bleed,
And there is One who holds the pain,
Ancient wisdom understands,
we cannot meet all love's demands,
there is one who works away the stain.
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