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.

I feed
The soul that sings
In a soft soliloquy
I feed
Her the man that opens
Doors and pulls out chairs
I feed
Her the flesh that moves
Under hands seeming small
I feed
Her the best thing since
Sliced white bread.

I
She take it all
(And it ain’t all good)
In leaps and bounds,
In stride…in knowing
No other way but to smile
'Cause
Once the choice is chosen,
All things can only come
To pass the way they do.
She get by on that high.

II
She sinks in covers warm,
Waking to the cool of morn
And giggles gleely, purring
Of her crush so sparkly, so
Innocent, sweet, unassuming.