Searching Every Corner

The world in which I placed myself is crumbling before my eyes The ones to whom I gave myself were hatred in disguise I tried to make them love my heart but my body they despised My love was so sincere they had to bury it in lies I wrote myself a letter to tell me of my shame But I also live with cowardice and so the letter never came I cannot pay the price of joy, the price of joy is pain But if she comes back to my door, I know I'll pay her once again I was blinded by the darkness, so I didn't see the gold I couldn't hear you Jesus, never did what I was told The room in which I live is filled with emptiness and cold But I'm searching every corner for someone I can hold