~In His Arms~
Loneliness tears at your tender heart
And all you wish for is a new start
You don't deserve this punishment, this pain
The daunting emptiness drives you insane
The years have taken a toll on you
You don't behave the way you used to
You've lost that brightness in your face
It's simply gone without a trace
Just know that I know what's going on
Just know that I know your faith is gone
I've seen you struggle to persevere
I've seen you face all your greatest fears
I can't say it enough; it rings so true
You've done all that you can possibly do
I'm afraid that now you must sit and wait
Silence is torture, the sacrifice great
Life has a firm grasp around your neck
You feel like an emotional wreck
Fate has placed the weight of the world upon you
You are at a loss for words - what should you do?
Take my hand and let me guide you
I promise I'll stand beside you
Just know that I will catch you if you fall
Trust me, hold me, and feel free to stand tall
Please don't give up just yet, my friend
You're destined for a greater end
I know that the world seems so coldhearted
But please don't keep your kind heart so guarded
Prepare for the worst, hope for the best
Rest your weary head against my chest
Listen to my heartbeat; hold me near
And just know that you have nothing to fear
Look into my eyes and find a bit of hope
Accept my advice and I will help you cope
I'll whisper encouraging words in your ear
To let you know that you have nothing to fear
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