She turned her mind toward thoughts of God
and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd
to have the thing you're dreaming of.
and not to say that much had changed
from all of what she'd felt before
but just her movement towards the thing
that gently rapped upon her door
and opening, the air was clean and drifted
into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring
and promise that would lead to rest
the angry pride from early age
and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage
had turned to steel in her sleep
and stirring up the settled dust
the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust
the window sill, the broken loom
the cool fresh air, she breathed it in
which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child within
the bitter pill, the urge to sin
where were you when love was lost
and dreams were killed and hope was tossed
and where were you when I was nine
and lost my way and... one last time
I need to know where Love was when
the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved
and everything had gone to hell.
She could have slammed the door right then
He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him
and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.
I just don't get your kind of sense
which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence
to mock your name, and steal and kill.
And then the air stirred in her face
and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace
and water flowed into her soul
For what is better for your strife
and what is Love, to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life
or nudge a man to use his brain?
And what is love to steal the bride
and drag her right outside the gait?
I set you free, you run inside
I chose you then, you chose to wait.
I hear you well, I understand
the breath you breathe, this rotting tomb
I died for you and every man
to give to you back your breathing room.