Running

I'm running, running, you can't find me; There's not much left, anyway, to see. I'm just a broken, beaten child Whose family lied about what was filed. You see, I don't know what innocence is; It was stolen from me, they claimed I was his. I could barely speak, but they said I was to blame For the act that began my life made of shame. I've never seen love directed toward me; I'm utterly lost in the dark with no key. I've believed countless lies about my soul, Now all I know is it's black as coal. I'm covered in scars because my heart had to bleed, And I couldn't find the remedy I still need. I might not be alive, it breaks your heart not to know; Even if I died, you wonder where I'd go, Because I ooze of lies I've always been told, And who would want me, all covered in mold? I can't help dreaming still, dreaming of love; Maybe someday I'll find it in a hidden alcove. Pray for me, cry for me, fight for my life! Secretly I still want Jesus to make me His wife!