When you found me,
I was upon my knees.
So despairing and broken,
I couldn't speak.
You picked me up,
right out of the rough.
Held me so tightly,
that I couldn't breathe.
I remember how you looked,
with tears in your eyes.
When night after night,
I whimpered and cried.
But you held tighter,
pushing me out of the night.
When the light blinded me,
you were my guide.
These days I'm healing,
the pain isn't the same.
You're the one who owes me,
those promises you made.
Now it's you my love,
needing to be held up.
Weary under the weight,
of all of our stuff.
I'll hold you tighter,
pushing you higher,
right up into the light,
I'll be your guide.