she sat and stared as if the cold winter air could provide some miraculous healing empty text messages and missed phone calls they grew a loneliness that she hadn t known was there before and in all of her searching and longing she couldn t seem to fill this void as if every word she spoke shattered in the temperature of the cold and yet as her breath formed a vapor there was an awareness of the words that were formed she felt like the poison would listen even though it made her go deaf a comforting idol to fill the heartbreak from before how could i not look upon her with compassion knowing her need for something more i just want her to see compassion in the arms that were pierced for her look and see true compassion and the blood that was spilled for her he saw grace in an unlikely place riddled with all of his self hate seeking the comfort from the warmth of another someone he was not betrothed to and constantly he tells himself he s okay every night he d hang his head in shame how could someone like me be worthy of this grace when constantly he d parade around with distaste further and further he would seek out through the darkness that s deep inside and yet in all of his suffering and reaching a blinding light a hand reaching out in the darkness i just want him to see compassion in the arms that were pierced for him look and see true compassion and the blood that was spilled for him  how could i not stand amazed even in all my suffering i have been saved to rejoice in the hope of your grace how could i not stand amazed even in all my suffering i have been saved to rejoice in the hope of your grace i just want you to see compassion in the arms that were pierced for you i just want you to see compassion in the arms that were pierced for you look and see true compassion and the blood that was spilled for you i just want you to see compassion in the arms that were pierced for you look and see true compassion and the blood that was spilled for you