RESCUE
No more quiet comfort No more sweetened words rounded edge of hunger softened pain of hurts He is coming for me. No more standing in the ring while others watch the fray note the blows it brings and try to have their say He is coming for me Turning down the lights Mopping blood up from the floor no more sleepless nights no more knocking at my door but He is coming for me. They won't circle in to hedge the wounded They won't stand up tall to hide my pain They won't fight em off with shields and armor, The weapons they've been given though I've been stripped of mine the battle they still live in while they insist they're fine is more than they can take with all those wiley blows and so my mind can understand but it is my heart that knows... My Warrior has seen my shame and HE is coming for me He'll ride in with a fervor and rip me from the clutches He'll storm in like the thunder