When you see my light dimming,
and you see the darkness hover,
When you feel me put my walls up,
and you see me run for cover,
Well, then, grab me quick and hold me
as you would a little child
who’s lashing out in anger and in fear.
Pin my arms down if you’re able,
till the rage and shame in me subside,
and then rock me,
gently rock me
in your arms.
Rock me,
gently rock me
in your arms.

Help me know that I’ll find comfort
if I speak of all I hold inside.
Help me know I’ll be delivered
by my tears.
Hold me in your eyes and love me
as you would a little child,
and then listen,
gently listen
to my fears.
Listen,
listen gently
to my fears.

For it’s only in surrender,
when I lay my head upon your chest,
when I share my darkest shame with you,
I will find rest,
When you hold me close and love me
as you would a little child,
and then rock me,
gently rock me
in your arms for a while.
Rock me,
gently rock me,
rock me in your arms.

© 2000 Emily Melcher