Many days of many tears.
What are you to do with friend to hold dear?
I remember our time spent each day.
Whether it was out to lunch, or just meeting to pray.
Together, we spoke of many things.
Like what a new life means, and what new love brings.
Now the new Pastor\'s coming, but I\'m afraid of what his wife would do in lust.
So I\'m asking you now. How am I to trust?
Now I pace back and forth through invisible smoke.
This fear is so strong, I feel I might choke.
If you think I shouldn\'t despair,
I guess I\'ll just have to wait it out in prayer.
Even if I\'m afraid, I won\'t answer in lust.
With the memory of you, I\'ll find how I am to trust.