When all He needed was You

He was torn, bruised and broken;
Lost out at sea.
And His only need
Was a hand to guide Him on home!
He'd been tossed onto Life's rubbish pile,
A washed out has been,
A lover and a dreamer,
Who'd now lost the plot, the love,
And every semblance of the dream.
And yet in that eternity that was but a moment,
You could have been His saving grace,
When all He needed was You.

Every day, He lifted weary eyes to the Heavens,
Wishing with every fibre of His being
To end the pain that had become His everyday,
To feel something other than loneliness,
Despair, dread and total and utter depression.
To remember what it felt like to be desired again,
To have someone tell Him they cared,
That they understood, and wouldn't give up on Him,
When He had all but given up on Himself!
And You could have saved His life in that moment,
When all He needed was You.

And all the times that You depended on Him,
He failed You not once.
Friend, Confidant, Lover, Teacher, Handkerchief for your tears,
Council, Editor, Peacemaker, Pillow, Calmer of all fears,
But now the love has come and gone,
Another heart trampled into the ground.
You could have saved Him from the hell that had become His existence,
Helped Him pick the fragments of His soul out of the dirt.
And all He wanted was a friend,
When all He needed was You.

If it's true that what doesn't kill You,
Only makes You stronger,
Then this will make of Him a Rock.
Nobody will ever see the person He used to be,
The love struck romantic that gave too much.
He may love again, but not in the way Providence intended.
That person died a long time ago!
Yes, if this doesn't kill Him,
And we'll plead with the Heavens it works that way,
He will forget the very day...
When all He needed was You!