How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding, Maybe I'm just like my father too bold.Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?
In many ways, anger is a misdirected plea for love.
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
I hurl my heart to halt his pace.
But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.
I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this. A whimper, a peep? I draw little window cracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting.
The heart's words fall back unheard from Wisdom's throne.
A powerful dragon crying its eyes out under the moon in a deserted valley is a sight and a sound hardly to be imagined.
God knows that sometimes we lack words to express our feelings, heart-cry, thoughts. And so within the Bible he includes people's prayers as models to help our own.
