She’s too tired to cry. She’s too worn to care. She’s too numb to feel. She’s too torn to choose.
She cries out, please hold my heart. She rises up, please heal my soul. She reaches out, please mend my spirit.
She’s not where she once was, but she’s not yet where she hopes to be.
He’s too tired to cry. He’s too worn to care. He’s too numb to feel. He’s too torn to choose.
He makes her cry with her heart so heavy. He holds her down wreaking havoc on her soul. He lets go of her hand as he unravels her spirit.
He’s not yet where he wants to be, but he’s not where he once was either.
The familiarity draws them close, makes him run, leaving her all alone.
Driven by fear, neither can receive God’s Favor to make it disappear.
In her darkest despair, she struggles to believe, he won’t trust so neither can receive.