You, with your and outstretched
finger on the key
this lock that You release
is opening but isn't free
and i hope that You can see
how it beats inside of me
instead of pushing fear aside
i want to run, i want to hide
i am vulnerably Yours
She, who is wanting me
Whose touch can make me cry
i can only understand
by never asking Her why
hear the contradictions fly
and as hard as i may try
every truth becomes a lie
in the ache of Her reply
i am passionately...
Yours
and the saddest eyes are
Yours
and the softest skin is
Yours
and the hope i borrow is
Yours
so won't you let me in, i'm Yours
all that i begin is Yours
every prize i win is Yours
at your feet again, i'm Yours
all i am is Yours
all i am is wanting You
i've fallen down and i can't seem to come to
if i shoud die before i wake
i commend my soul into this ache
up above the world so high
where the water tends to meet the sky
She's all i'm after by the toe
and i won't let go
and i wanted you to know
that if you reap what you would sew
i would take it blow by blow
all i am is...
Yours
and the saddest eyes are
Yours
and the softest skin is
Yours
and the hope i borrow is
Yours
so won't you let me in, i'm Yours
all that i begin is Yours
every prize i win is Yours
at your feet again, i'm Yours
all i am is Yours
Yours
...to Ashley Brooke Hold