w&m ©2008 Three Twelve
(http://threetwelve.net)

Standing here alone, a dark and empty hall.…
Tried every door but one, but what a choice…
Finger on the phone.… just can’t make this call—
don’t want to hear the anger in your voice.
And it wouldn’t be this hard if we hadn’t been so close,
if I didn’t need to know that you still love me.

Oh, I’m so afraid to open up my soul,
to show you all that’s going on
inside this frantic mind
that’s filled past overflowing with these fears
streaming down my face like rain
from a storm I can’t control.
I need to feel you in my soul,
but I am so afraid.

I try to be so strong, never let it show
how much I didn’t try—how scared I was.
I know I was wrong. Do you even know
how little good your smiling welcome does?
You say your yoke is easy, but integrity’s so hard.
If you saw behind the mask, would you still love me?

Oh, I’m so afraid to open up my soul,
to show you all that’s going on
inside this frantic mind
that’s filled past overflowing with these fears
streaming down my face like rain
from a storm I can’t control.
I need to feel you in my soul,
but I am so afraid.

Here you come again through the one last door,
your hand upon my face to save my sight.
Where does faith begin? Can I trust you more
than all the locks I’ve built against the night?
And suddenly I feel it: the terror loses hold.
Ev’ry door comes gently crashing in upon me.
And suddenly I see it: my weakness makes you bold,
and because I need to know, you say you love me.

Now I’m not afraid to open up my soul,
to show you all that’s going on
inside this fragile mind
that’s filled past overflowing with these fears
streaming down my face like rain
to my roots. They make me whole.
Come and purify my soul.
No, I am not afraid.