Blessed are the meek I told myself as I walked in
With all of my reservations where would I begin
Whispering from his wheelchair fighting hard to say
"I've waited here a long time; what will we do today?"
I'll be your hands I'll be your feet
I'll be whatever you need
You'll be that ray of light and hope
When I can't see
We'll pick up all the pieces
When the world falls apart
I can help with what I have
Will (and) you can help me with my heart
I hardly even noticed an hour turn to three
Time had burned the boundaries enough for me to see
I was blinded by my own fars 'til I finally clued in
And I knew he did not need me as much as I did him
Repeat
And if I ever get the chance to see his smile again
I hope that it's in heaven and I hope that I fit in
Comments (0)