Is it OK to tell what I feel?
Or speak my mind like how I think it through?
What do I need to do to do just that?
Without a care in the world of repercussions.
When thoughts run deep and long,
When nights are cold and lone,
Where is that strong arm in which I can lose all fears,
In whose embrace I feel most at home.
It hurts...
It pains...
It sorrows so.
But there isn't two ways about it anymore.
Live and let live...
The privilege of being loved...
And now that it's lost,
God, be my strength through these trying times.
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