It’s said that’s it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
But it’s easy for those who say since it’s never their tears that fall
The rock that I built my life upon did crumble and turn to sand
But there’s only so many times that you can reach out for helping hands

I lost track of the number and times that people said “anything I can do I will”
But here at dead of midnight deep those offers they made were killed

Instead of burdening my loved ones to quench the pain I hold it inside
Instead of seeking help to heal
I bury myself deep and hide

It takes a special someone you know who helps to heal the pain
But how often do you meet someone who has anything past their strain

So here at 1230 in the morn
I make my final plea
Dear Lord up in Heaven above
Send someone who can save me