Scar

Help me help you, in your season of desperation. Take my 
hand my dear friend, I will lead you home where you belong.
Laying pride aside. I know you've realized just what was 
lost inside you. I can see it in your eyes, the cost of 
many lies. I see the scar on your soul.
This love you gave should have been without condition. You 
search without for needs within. I will lead you home where
 you belong.
So low you fell in the midst of your conviction. You cry 
for now from broken vows, God will lead you home where you 
belong.