My heart is riddled full of holes;
More is gone than still remains.
Where once were fiery, zealous coals,
Now nothingness runs through my veins.

Purposeless, empty, incomplete,
As though a part of me has gone.
My heart has lost the will to beat.
Where is the strength to carry on?

What can I say? Where can I turn?
The ones on whom I lean aren't here.
My throat is dry. My stomach churns.
I soak my pillows with my tears.

On whom may I rest my pain and grief?
Who has the strength to take it on?
Where can I run to find relief?
Who can I lay my ache upon?

When my life turns inside out
There is One who will be true.
Through all my sorrows and my doubt
He'll pick me up and carry me through.