A Dialogue -

Gripping hands so tightly.

Your heart is perfection at its finest.

The inner core of your heart lies dead at your own hands.

I will never let you go,

I will forever love you.

(His voice will fill our hearts with love)

Distantly my voice will flow like water, in hopes it will shape your heart.

Silently my words will reach the sky.

The inner core of,

Your heart.

Lies dead at,

Your own hands.

If we survive this strong, unfortunate storm.

The ever lasting God will be here to stay.

Speak my child!

(No one will hear me)

They will hear you, give me your lips.

(My love is like stone, Lord. My love is dry)

Open your mouth.

You will not walk, but run to ease your suffering.

The cold whisper will calm your heart.

Break me.

Break my heart in pieces.

Let your grace run over.

I will never let you go,

I will forever love you.

(His voice will fill our hearts with love)