longing....

so small in comparison to all that you are
my feeble attempts to put to words
the hands that hold who we are

i am nothing
still you come and make me something
always trying to go my own way
your gentle hand guides me and will always stay

lost in the deepness of a brighter star
emotions rolling out of me
cause I don't deserve to know who you are

burning passion in my heart
could only come from who made it start
to know of the man called love
my heart cries because i cannot contain it

you hear each word uttered in desolation
see every bruise from lies confusion
hold the one who is begging for more
not even the sparrow will you ignore

holding onto you
all that you've made new
watching it all fall away
i want you to guide my steps every day

desperate to know you
hungry for more than they can offer
tired of fighting myself
i'm taking your love off the bookshelf