Once upon a time,
I first held your hand, and love was not a crime,
In a private world where you said,
"Don't look down," and then I did,
And now you're lost above me.
So much left to say,
Trapped alone here with my best-laid plans astray,
Standing scared outside a cold church,
Soul search. Looking for lost answers
From a God who "loves" me.
Can I turn to You in my need?
Will You take me back or watch me bleed?
Are You there?
There at all?
And as I fall from the person that I've tried to be-
Could you really love someone like me?
Once upon a time,
All I needed was his hand in mine.
And we knew it all,
But now I know not what I do
I bow my head and turn to You.
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