Blood of the Heart

Though in my heart I bleed this pain I’ve tried to never know,
In my ears, I try to hear, a cry that won’t let me go


I see a ray that shines a light, and God I beg for more,
But in my daze, my hopeful praise, is no different than before,
Quietly, I sit and bleed, too weak to moan for help
But in my mind, I rage these thoughts, I cannot seem to quell


Privately, I slowly wilt,
My tears are cried in vain,
It’s pride that is my deadly sin;
It is my private shame


Tell me I’ve been foolish,
or sulked my tears in vain,
But when I close my eyes I see a never ending game


Though in my heart, besieged by grief, I wilt these soulful tears
With fear I clinch, from shame that went, a heart that bares the cinch


So now I’ve taken wonder;
Now I’ve prayed for help;
And in my heart that pain still bleeds...
and on it I still dwell