My Child,
Why do you run
From the arms that want to hold you?
They held up your cross;
They'll hold you when you need them to
The blade in your hand
Won't make things ok.
The bottle calling you
Won't wash your pain away.
So turn and walk away
From what you've been running to.
They're temporary escapes;
They can't save you.
But I can.
These addictions you hold
Won't love you when you're broken;
When you hate what you've become
And the outlets you've chosen.
All you're looking for
Is something to cling to,
But these things that make you hate yourself
Will never, ever love you.
But I will.
These things that drain your life
Won't give their life for you.
They won't bring you peace
No matter what you do.
They won't bleed themselves dry
Just to make you new.
The thief that steals and kills
Won't give its life for you.
But I did
