How can it be so hard?
Why is 'love' used for vicious gain
A beautiful window now a broken shard?
When anguish makes others lash out or cry
I want to run and hide
I plead in sadness 'Oh Father, why?
Save me, I'm caught on every side
There's nothing left without real love
An empty, gaping hole
A pain and anguish terribly deep
A tearing of the soul
When your love is seen as writing
Just words within a book
The intimate knowing and passion
All ignored without a look
My heart breaks for the hurting lost
Who will help them to seek Your voice?
We want Your love, without the cost
Of loving You - we think it's a choice