When you’ve been wounded, deeply wounded by a friend
You wonder when, if ever, you will [bad word] again
When you’ve been broken, deeply broken by a man
You wonder when, if ever, you will love again
 [bad word] be told I’m not quite sure when things went right
But the darkest tunnel always has a distant light
And I’ve arrived, yes I’ve arrived and right on time
You were there to greet me arms stretched open wide
You were there to meet me on the other side

Now I believe in something it’s been a long [bad word] It may not mean that much to you but it means all the world to me
I’m belonging somewhere it took me time to get here
But now that I’ve [bad word] a part of you I never want to leave

When you’ve been hurting, deeply hurting all alone
You wonder when, if ever, you will find a home
When you’ve been searching, endless searching for the [bad word] You wonder when, if ever, it will search for you
You wonder if someone will ever search for you