giveitmybest
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Thank you very much for you time.
If I should reach out, will you take my hand
And hold me ‘til I see that promised land?
Will you still hold me when my tears have dried
And close these lids the moment I have died?
I wonder, will you stay with me some more
If I should falter, falling to earth’s floor?
While curled up gently sobbing on this floor,
My love, will you still stroke my weary hand,
Look in my eyes and tell me there’s much more
In living, loving - feet upon this land?
I understood the darkness when I died
As wells once full had emptied, nearly dried.
Within these walls where fountains had run dry,
My love had left me shivering on the floor
Reliving moments left alone to die.
And as I tried to scrub stains from my hand,
I hoped and prayed that I might safely land
Where love abides, for I believed in more.
This strength I always trusted would bring more
To quench a thirst that left lips parched and dry
And in my dreams, I hovered over land,
Not slipping, falling, always on the floor.
To him, I called and reached with heart and hand,
“Please show me, teach me; speak before I die.”
And though each word did fall and gently land
Upon this heart, it seems I’ve seen its death.
I let my soul get trampled to the floor;
Each time I give, each time they take some more.
But this time, I will not force tears to dry
I’ll lick these wounds and grab hold of his hand
And I will land in strong arms ever more
For in this death, loves’ well never did dry,
And crawling floors helped ground me to this land.
If I should reach out, will you take my hand
And hold me ‘til I see that promised land?
Will you still hold me when my tears have dried
And close these lids the moment I have died?
I wonder, will you stay with me some more
If I should falter, falling to earth’s floor?
While curled up gently sobbing on this floor,
My love, will you still stroke my weary hand,
Look in my eyes and tell me there’s much more
In living, loving - feet upon this land?
I understood the darkness when I died
As wells once full had emptied, nearly dried.
Within these walls where fountains had run dry,
My love had left me shivering on the floor
Reliving moments left alone to die.
And as I tried to scrub stains from my hand,
I hoped and prayed that I might safely land
Where love abides, for I believed in more.
This strength I always trusted would bring more
To quench a thirst that left lips parched and dry
And in my dreams, I hovered over land,
Not slipping, falling, always on the floor.
To him, I called and reached with heart and hand,
“Please show me, teach me; speak before I die.”
And though each word did fall and gently land
Upon this heart, it seems I’ve seen its death.
I let my soul get trampled to the floor;
Each time I give, each time they take some more.
But this time, I will not force tears to dry
I’ll lick these wounds and grab hold of his hand
And I will land in strong arms ever more
For in this death, loves’ well never did dry,
And crawling floors helped ground me to this land.