This is what love really is... rnSong: HeldrnBy: Natalie GrantrnrnTwo months is too littlernThey let him gornThey had no sudden healingrnTo think that providencernWould take a child from his motherrnWhile she prays, is appallingrnWho told us we'd be rescuedrnWhat has changed andrnWhy should we be saved from nightmaresrnWere asking why this happens to usrnWho have died to live, it's unfairrnThis is what it means to be heldrnHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifernAnd you survivernThis is what it is to be loved and to knowrnThat the promise was that when everything fellrnWe'd be heldrnThis hand is bitternessrnWe want to taste it andrnLet the hatred numb our sorrowsrnThe wise hand opens slowlyrnTo lilies of the valley and tomorrowrnThis is what it means to be heldrnHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifernAnd you survivernThis is what it is to be loved and to knowrnThat the promise was that when everything fellrnWe'd be heldrnIf hope if born of sufferingrnIf this is only the beginningrnCan we not wait, for one hourrnWatching for our saviorrnThis is what it means to be heldrnHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifernAnd you survivernThis is what it is to be loved and to knowrnThat the promise was that when everything fellrnWe'd be held
This is what love really is... rnSong: HeldrnBy: Natalie GrantrnrnTwo months is too littlernThey let him gornThey had no sudden healingrnTo think that providencernWould take a child from his motherrnWhile she prays, is appallingrnWho told us we'd be rescuedrnWhat has changed andrnWhy should we be saved from nightmaresrnWere asking why this happens to usrnWho have died to live, it's unfairrnThis is what it means to be heldrnHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifernAnd you survivernThis is what it is to be loved and to knowrnThat the promise was that when everything fellrnWe'd be heldrnThis hand is bitternessrnWe want to taste it andrnLet the hatred numb our sorrowsrnThe wise hand opens slowlyrnTo lilies of the valley and tomorrowrnThis is what it means to be heldrnHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifernAnd you survivernThis is what it is to be loved and to knowrnThat the promise was that when everything fellrnWe'd be heldrnIf hope if born of sufferingrnIf this is only the beginningrnCan we not wait, for one hourrnWatching for our saviorrnThis is what it means to be heldrnHow it feels, when the sacred is torn from your lifernAnd you survivernThis is what it is to be loved and to knowrnThat the promise was that when everything fellrnWe'd be held
