I sit by our front door to make sure that mud doesn't get in
and if it doesn't I quietly wash it away before you can see
so that you always have a clean home in me
and when it rains I become an umbrella
so that you never see a storm
and when it's cold I ignite a fire from my flesh
so that you never know what it's like to freeze.

But the mud has begun to drag me into a grave
and the lighting has struck me to where I can no longer breathe
and my fire has lost all kindling.

There is nothing left of me to give
I'm crying out for you to open your eyes
and save me from the ashes i've become for you
I need you at my door
by myside in the store
and I need your flame to reignite the one i've lost
I need you.

More than anything I need you