And the weary little soul
Folds
Chill against the winter night
Lost
Thought she was found but
No
Thought she was home
Alone
Found she was in sore need
Afraid
To reach out, afraid to withdraw.

When the Christian god
Bleeds me dry I will still
Know him, soul weeping,
Walking the earth I am
Simply stronger than most.

It just tough times is all.

She wants to spend the night spooning,
Extra set a feet in the bed, soft snores,
But not if it's in the light of convenience.