In the Quiet
You know you make my heart ache so.
How I hate to see your dreams sundered
Your hopes laying in waste about you
The tears in your eyes
Born of sadness and frustration
Question rise haunting
How long must I wait?
How much should I give?
How much can you take
Yet ne’er repay?
The well is dry
My heart bereft
The phone lies silent
The bell doesn’t ring
The mailbox sits empty still
I know how you hurt
Rest close here now,
Your head on my chest
Your tears dampening my shirt
You are precious
You should know
You should hold
Chase misery away
Flee the ache of dismay
Rest here close
Restore your soul
Heal your heart
Lift your eyes
Walk anew