Heavy

My heart falls heavy into your hands.

And when I expect you to catch me, and you don't, I will rip you, confuse you, blame you, and hate you.

All because my love wasn't met.

When will I see, when will I open my eyes?

Where will my heart fall when I allow her to be tender and gentle?

Find me deep, dependent on fears.

Wash my soul, oh Lord, and let me find calm.

Clear my head, and let me live today.

Hold my hand, and lead the way.

Show me where my heart should go.

I'm tired of falling.

My heart falls heavy into your hands, searing your flesh, breaking your bones, and I can't expect you to keep holding on.