I run through and through
where are you?
If I could lay in these deserts,
would you be able to find me?
If I walked through the storms,
would the searching end?
If I fell to the depths of despair,
even then would you still long for me?
Would you hold me in your arms?
Could I feel safe and loved?
Would life be sorrow less?
Will there ever be joy?
Will there ever be peace?
Will I live without fear,
and with certainty of your love?