Held
With the sunlight, open eyes
What was lost is found
From the cardinal’s mouth
A sweet and lovely sound
A shadow dwelt above my head
Now the storms have gone
The gentle light is peeping out
I gladly look upon
So much has been taken
So much have I lost
Shadows kept on falling
Racking up their costs
To a secret mountain
I go to be healed
With me in the forest
Slowly through the fields
One day to reach water
To bathe deep down
Ever am I thirsty
Needing more of what was found
As I wait to be held
You gentle cradle my mind
Thought we cannot touch
You lead a beggar blind
Broken back from searching
Burned and scathed inside
In warm arms rested
Oh the times I’ve cried
Any would wipe a tear
But only you wipe the heart
Lift the spilled blood
And promise never part
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