A Hand to Hold

You don't know what's been coming, and you have lost your own mind too. And you can be wide eyed and wondering, innocent as you wander home.

It's all right that you don't know where to go. You were missing my arms. You were missing my call. You were missing my strength and I was never gone at all. You were missing me, but I was never gone at all. 

What does it mean to be so sad and broken up inside? What does it mean to be on your own again? 

I don't know what's coming. Why would I know everything? Oh these minds, these minds. These minds that cause us so much pain, they are blinded by light. They are blinded by the light. 

And I am not surprised at all! And I have heard the tremor in your call. And the crack in your bell, you ring, your voice, too. The crack in the bell you ring your voice through.

There is nothing I don't want in my great wanting. You can be safe inside, broken-sided, broken-sided. I am pushing through the brokenness. 

<<I can't quite catch many of the lyrics in this section, but captured what I can>> 

I am never sorry when you call. I am never sorry to know what you've been going through.  

I am pulling you up towards my breast. My own wilderness. I am holding on to you, to my breast, to my great wilderness.  

I am always wanting you to know that there is a hand, a hand to hold.