for it is a sunday morning
will i then think of you
for when i need you
will i seek you
when its all over
i forsake you
when its all over
you are still right beside
will you never let go
of these hands
for they have failed you
time and again
it is but me
who has let go
and you
who has never left
but me
who has fallen
and you
who is there to pick me up

not just on a sunday morning