Clara

Your Praises

My heart sings a thousand praises 

Each one meant for you 

The words they reach 

I\'m too afraid to speak 

For fear of scaring you away 

 

I want you to know the darkest of my soul

The bruises and scars and flaws 

The voices they whisper 

Louder than your own  

That you do not wish to hear my soul

 

So I sit and I wait 

For your praises to reach me 

To pull me back in from the cold 

The day will come where I remain in this spot 

With a heavy heart and damp eyelash

I must close the door once more.