Hold me to your willing heart
And let me - help me - weep
That I of need might fall apart
And then at last might sleep.
Let the truth slice into me
That I might finally bleed
And purge myself of agonyI cannot now concede.
For I have bound myself in light
That I might live in joy,
And cannot - will not -
let the nightMy bonds of love destroy.
And yet I know if I would gain
The peace for which I pray,
I must allow the floods of pain
To wash my love away