Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Comfort

When hurt and regret linger and tears turn to a flood I'm often reminded of this old song.

Standing at my window, hidden by the night
Harboring the private wounds, safe and out of sight
There's an agony in living, but there's a comfort in the truth
That no one knows my heart better than you.
-Lyrics by Susan Ashton


He knows me. He really knows me.

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