Feeling my soul’s love for the first time,
This heart’s afraid of your touch,
Scared of being ripped open and raw,
Afraid of feeling too much.

Tying the heart into precious knots,
Turning deaf ears to its plea,
Yet wanting to show you everything,
Even though you could flay me.

Slaying the fear and ghosts of the past,
to hear the call of your soul…
Now rushing into your waiting arms —
At last I’m alive and whole.