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Alma Cook - Worn Lyrics

Yours is a poetry
Of many words unsaid
And I'm afraid that if I let this pain have free reign
I might be in over my head

Sometimes I sit, let you kiss on my temples
And whisper so gentle and ease my mind
Taking the risk that my heart wants Your Promise
For some kind of solace it needs to find

[Chorus:]
I'm worn and beat down—
Won't You help me tackle the tears
And tell me something that I want to hear?
Something that can conquer the fear
'Cause I'm feeling torn & weak now—
The odds are too good to ignore
But bad enough to leave me crying on the floor
I can't help but think we've been through all this before

I know I don't read as much as I should;
It's been a while. But I remember something
About how the wise are only wise in their own eyes
How we'd better start thinking like a child

I heard what You said, so no one's catching me sleeping
Or casually steeping in apathy;
But turning my head, I see credible people
All begging it's evil & fantasy
[Chorus]