Once more I earnestly ask,
For this brokenness to be gone at last.
Like the golden light of day,
Chases all the dark shadows away,
Take this pain and bade it leave,
While my aching heart does grieve.
Grieve for all of the moments lost,
What have all those moments cost?
My tears fall like rain in a summer storm,
I try to stem the flow, but really, what’s the harm?
Is it you, can you mend my broken heart?
Can you send me back to the start?
All of the way back before the first hurt?