Her heart still flutters, beating a weak feeling.
She puts up the steel walls, guarding it with everything.
Finding nothing but hurt, pain at every turn.
Love is her life. It's what she craves,desires, needs.
Knowing everytime she lets someone in,
It breaks more and more, crushed by emotions.
Feelings of betrayal, anger and desolation
Are now the feelings her loving heart knows best.
She still clings to the hope that love will be revived.
That her pain, anguish and torments aren't for nothing.
One day, love will be hers again. It will. It must.
She sits on the edge of a mountain face, looking down.
Her feet dangle off, wind threatening to yank them away.
Closing her eyes, her hair flows about, stinging her cheeks
As the tears are drawn slowly down, driven by the hurts.
Drawing a sharp, painful breath, she feels His presence.
The One who take her from this feeling of dread and loneliness.
He walks up behind her, wrapping her in His arms around her.
He lifts her gently, carefully, with loving strength exuding Him.
With tear-stained eyes, she looks up at Him and knows she is home.
It was not all for nothing, but for someone who's time had not yet arrived.
