Fifty-Eight

He learned to run

When I learned to walk

Left me with an empty hole

With no one to fill it

I stand in the doorway

Waiting for arms to run into

The sky seems so far away

And the sun seems so dark today

Take my fist

And hold it in your hand

Take my rage

And bury my pain

Why won't He love me?

Why won't He hold me?

Walk away, walk away

The tears begin to say

But a kiss on my forehead

Is all that I need

And one small caress

To know You still love me

The sky seems so far away

And the sun seems so dark today

Take my fist

And hold it in your hand

Take my rage

And bury my pain

Why won't You love me?

Why won't You hold me?

Why won't You love me?

Why won't You hold me?

Take my fist

And hold it in your hand

Take my rage

And bury my pain

Why won't You love me?

Why won't You hold me?

Why won't You love me?

Why won't You hold me?

Precious man