Held
Two months is too littleThey let him goThey had no sudden healingTo think that providenceWould take a child from his motherWhile she prays, is appallingWho told us we'd be rescuedWhat has changed andWhy should we be saved from nightmaresWe're asking why this happens to usWho have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be heldHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifeAnd you surviveThis is what it is to be loved and to knowThat the promise was when everything fellWe'd be held
This hand is bitternessWe want to taste it andLet the hatred numb our sorrowsThe wise hand opens slowlyTo lilies of the valley and tomorrow
If hope is born of sufferingIf this is only the beginningCan we not wait, for one hourWatching for our savior
This is what it means to be heldHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifeAnd you surviveThis is what it is to be loved and to knowThat the promise was when everything fellWe'd be heldWe'd be held
This is what it means to be held.....