There is a cry that's barely heard
And words unspoken that really hurt
A silent cry from the soul within
That wants to speak yet hides deep down in
When we come to our Father in prayer
Why is it that we can't say what's really there
It seems like one would want to speak so much
Yet no words come out like an invisible crutch
He knows what our hearts can hold
And what we acquire is in our control
Whatever we decide to receive or share
He knows our thoughts before they're even there
So when we invite Him during prayer
Why is it that we can't say what's really there?
