Bright Eyes

I want my heart to be held.
I want my soul to be touched with the tender love that
I know You have.
I want myself to be able to let go and
Release all the pent up emotions, placing them one by one
On the table with a gentle hand.

Caring words and bright eyes
So many never got to say goodbye
And all I heard were boy man cries

The world, it spins on and
I, I can't get off. to go float away
In a soft embrace, where I want to go.
Comforting silk, I'm laying so close
I want to be on the floor so when comes grief's dose
I'll be ready, and my heart, my heart will be steady.

My heart is steadfast Lord,
My soul is heartsick.
My heart is steadfast Lord,
My soul is heartsick.

Caring words and bright eyes
So many never got to say goodbye
And all I heard were boy man cries
When they said he was still alive.

Even if I do believe, I do receive
Sadness in empathy.
Even if I believe, I do conceive
Burning anger in sympathy.

But they say he's still alive and
My heart, my soul
Just want to cry.

I want my heart to be held.