If you heard my story
Your heart would bleed
I thirst for Love that’s real

What desert is this?
I’ve been abandoned, abused, scorned
Real Love so very rare

But you, my diamond flower
Potent your Love is
You see it not

That’s okay, no one does
They guard their own love
Like it’s treasure they found

Unable to give it away for free
Fiercely afraid of losing it all
God’s Love is so much more

Over the mountain they’ll see
That greater Love still will always be
The Light beyond darkness

At the summit, either ascend or descend
I’m standing waiting
Kneeling praying
Dying