And now there is nothing left to give
Nothing extra anyways
Afraid to trust again
The saying here goes:
"Bitten once by a snake, afraid of a rope for 10 years"
What if bitten twice?
Ah, the stuff that hurts me is small,
Not nearly what You faced
Loving and forgiving through it all
To all, after it all
And apparently You live in me
Your life in mine
So why is it so hard to pick up again
To trust again
To go on in joy again