He broke this heart and made it bleed to live,
Before it was but calloused toil and stone,
What now--how can I hope to give
anything back when all I am is His.
Speak to what's unspoken here in me,
I want to understand the mystery,
To bear the torch of dreams and eternal strife,
Through the churning sea of mortal life.
She walked hand in hand with the devil
and they laughed at me, down on my knees,
Begging for forgiveness and a second chance,
But she would never give me that. Never that.
If only, If only I could drive this underground,
In mining keep my mind beneath the plow,
To fill these empty hands with something greater
than a scolding voice or sweaty brow.