She takes the six o'clock train

Its off to work and then home again

She wonders if this will ever change

Clutching her pillow she hides in a dark

Room in her heart



How long has it been

Since love touched her and she let in

Chased out the shadows, filled emptiness

With her head in her hands she cries

"Come back again, i need you my friend"



We fight on our knees

But don't often see

The battles that rage being won

But fight on until

And tarry until

Love comes to carry us on

To kneel with the broken in spirit

And call upon the Son



So many holes here within

Torn apart and then blown by the wind

Hell and high-water come crashing in

Pride says to fight but he cannot defend this means to an end



The truth cuts like a blade

Bleeding all of the plans that he made

Nothing but faith in the One Who came

Can ever bring peace to the spirit again

Will he understand



We fight on our knees

For those who might see

The battle is over, its won

Not by our hands

By the Son of man

He Who is has overcome

Death and the grave hold no power

To those who call upon the Son