Physically disturbed to see you standing there at my door
Ready and willing to take more of what I don't have left
A soul, a will; something of value I need
Yet to you, it's all the same: you cut, I bleed
From head to toe, I've given every bit, inch by inch
Over time I thought this would prove itself to be well spent
Rent all to hell without a thing to show
Miles and miles of life
Eroding beneath the blood-stained footprints on the floor
Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them.
- (Colossians 3:19 ESV)
