I have a Saviour who moves me. He moves me, even when I claim that I am standing still.

So today I wrote a song for you

Cause a day can get so long

And I know its hard to make it through

When you say there's something wrong

So I'm trying to put it right

Cause I want to love you with my heart

All this trying has made me tight

And I dont know even where to start

Maybe that's a start

For you know it's a simple game

That you play filling up your head with rain

And you know you are hiding from your pain

In the way, in the way you say your name

And I see you

Hiding your face in your hands

Flying so you won't land

You think no one understands

No one understands

So you hunch your shoulders and you shake your head

And your throat is aching but you swear

No one hurts you, nothing could be sad

Anyway you're not here enough to care

And you're so tired you dont sleep at night

As your heart is trying to mend

You keep it quiet but you think you might

Disappear before the end

And it's strange that you cannot find

Any strength to even try

To find a voice to speak your mind

When you do, all you wanna do is cry

Well maybe you should cry

And I see you hiding your face in your hands

Talking bout far-away lands

You think no one understands

Listen to my hands

And all of this life

Moves around you

For all that you claim

You're standing still

You are moving too

You are moving too

You are moving too

I will move you

"Debbie's father had an affair when she was young. He was not a violent man. There was nothing abusive about in. In fact, he was kind to her mother, as he was to Debbie and her sisters. They shared Sunday dinners, went to church together. Only, he chose another woman. 'I guess she wasn't enough to keep him,' Debbie said about her mother. Then she paused and said, 'I guess we weren't enough to keep him.' Affairs and divorces strike at a woman's worst fear---abandonment. They wound, not just the mothers, but the daughters as well... Her father did come for visits, to take her on outings. But she learned to hide her heart from him... Hide your vulnerability. Hide your heart. You aren't safe."

"And so, I made a vow. Somewhere in my young heart, without even knowing I was doing it or putting words to it, I vowed to protect myself by never causing pain, never requiring attention. My job in the family was to be invisible, to cause no waves. If I upset things at all, surely this ship would sink. So I began to hide. I hid my needs, my desires, my very heart. I hid my true self."