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.